Squall Line Quotes & Sayings

So, with his ivory leg inserted into its accustomed hole, and with one hand firmly grasping a shroud, Ahab for hours and hours would stand gazing dead to windward, while an occasional squall of sleet or snow would all but congeal his very eyelashes together. Meantime, the crew driven from the forward part of the ship by the perilous seas that burstingly broke over its bows, stood in a line along the bulwarks in the waist; and the better to guard against the leaping waves, each man had slipped himself into a sort of bowline secured to the rail, in which he swung as in a loosened belt. Few or no words were spoken; and the silent ship, as if manned by painted sailors in wax, day after day tore on through all the swift madness and gladness of the demoniac waves. — Herman Melville

Power is a companion it is not easy to part with, when it goes, the zest of life goes with it. With dry eyes and clenched fist, one stares after it, jealous of the next one it will single out. — Marie Of Romania

Maybe all anyone ever needs is for someone to notice them, to observe them. — Jasmine Warga

Humility is how we get out of the way of what God wants to do. And if we stay out of God's way, then there is nothing God cannot do in us and through us. — Mark Batterson

The world of the heterosexual is a sick and boring life. — Edith Massey

Kristen Stewart always looks like she's posing for pictures taken in a basement by her creepy uncle. — Chelsea Handler

The word "virtue" was once found in so many ancient quotes, yet now seems lost in our modern lives. — Robert Colton

It had remained a mystery to me, a catholic magic, i suppose. Faith is the best Googly one can bowl: God, the proverbial third umpire. — Aporva Kala

God made all the creatures and them our love and out fear,
To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here. — Robert Browning

San Narciso was a name; an incident among our climatic records of dreams and what dreams became among our accumulated daylight, a moment's squall-line or tornado's touchdown among the higher, more continental solemnities - storm-systems of group suffering and need, prevailing winds of affluence. There was the true continuity, San Narciso had no boundaries. No one knew yet how to draw them. She had dedicated herself, weeks ago, to making sense of what Inverarity had left behind, never suspecting that the legacy was America. — Thomas Pynchon

Writing is like bungee jumping for the soul ... you take a deep breath, plunge into the abyss and hope the rope tethering you to the real world doesn't snap. — Judy Croome