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Harpoons Quotes By Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen

Once, in the South Atlantic, I saw a whaler in the process of killing a female accompanied by one of her offspring. The harpooner, a red-bearded Irishman, kept putting harpoons into the whale. The intestines were hanging out of the mangled body of the huge animal, and nevertheless it continued to swim back and forth in the water made red by its blood, trying with its shattered body to shield the little whale. Since then, and the sight of that harpooner's freckled face as he laughed derisively, and of that poor creature, faithful to the end, I have believed in the existence of Satan as I believe in the existence of God. — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen

Harpoons Quotes By Charles Bukowski

Please take
a picture of this:
a 70-year-old
white whale lurking
within the warm white
whirling water. how did he last?
how did he escape
all the harpoons
for all those years?
why didn't he get beached
along the way
on the dry
shore?
how did he evade so many
schools of hungry
sharks? — Charles Bukowski

Harpoons Quotes By Bob Dylan

Cop comes down the street crazy as a loon, he throws us in jail for carrying harpoons. — Bob Dylan

Harpoons Quotes By Fred Hoyle

Words are like harpoons. Once they go in, they are very hard to pull out. — Fred Hoyle

Harpoons Quotes By Eric Gamalinda

My angels are jellyfish,
electric, nearly invisible,
armed with poisoned harpoons.
My archangels are yellow tang.
They feed on sunlight.
They speak through color.
Anything in their paths turns blind. — Eric Gamalinda

Harpoons Quotes By Lisa Kleypas

Despite his flaws, one has to admit that he is a whale-sized catch."
"I'll be thrilled when someone harpoons him," Lillian muttered, making the other two laugh. — Lisa Kleypas

Harpoons Quotes By Gustave Flaubert

Through the forest he pursued the she-monster whose tail coiled over the dead leaves like a silver stream; and he came to a meadow where women, with the hindquarters of dragons, stood around a great fire, raised on the tips of their tails. The moon shone red as blood in a pale circle and their scarlet tongues, formed like fishing harpoons, stretched out, curling to the edge of the flame. — Gustave Flaubert