Tideway Quotes & Sayings

But nature is always more subtle, more intricate, more elegant than what we are able to imagine. — Carl Sagan

You don't realize how much a dog's presence defines the contours of your home until, in its absence, the walls seem to relocate themselves. — Meghan Daum

To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I'm neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained. — Anais Nin

And then she was looking up into the deep-set, dark eyes of the Marquess of Rockley. — Colleen Gleason

We thought of life by analogy with a journey, a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at the end, and the thing was to get to that end, success or whatever it is, maybe heaven after you're dead. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played. — Alan Watts

The ultimate end of any ideology is totalitarianism. — Tom Robbins

I've never worried about life's big questions. — Karl Pilkington

As I reach the grand foyer, I see Jean-Baptiste and Gaspard step through the front door.
"You're here!" I cry.
"I had planned on taking a couple more hours to rest up," Gaspard explains with a grin, "however, we received this almost indecipherable text message on our mobile telephone ... "
Jean-Baptiste holds up his cell phone like it's a piece of alien machinery. "And I quote, 'Dudes, it's going down now. Get your sorry asses over here stat.' With such an eloquent request, how could we resist?" he remarks drily. But there is a ghost of a smile at the edge of his lips, and I know that he and Gaspard wouldn't miss this for anything in the world. — Amy Plum

It was something they'd done a thousand times before. If Jamie went surfing with a mate and paddled in first, he always took time for that final wave. And there was something so familiar in the ritual that for a moment he felt like everything was right.

He felt forgiven. — Kirsty Eagar

Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rain
From the housetops of a ruined city
Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings
Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain
Not one pale thought with blushes ; my soul's dead
As a corpse flung out of the tideway on
The stinking flats of London mud. — Aleister Crowley

One more thing," Jace said. "Is there a holy place around here?"
"Good idea. If you're going to take on a lair of vampires by yourself, you'd better pray first. — Cassandra Clare

You should own nothing except what you can carry on your back at a dead run. — Jon Krakauer