Whitsunday Quotes & Sayings

In Georgian England, sweeps and climbing-boys were regarded as general cesspools of disease - dirty, consumptive, syphilitic, pox-ridden - and a "ragged, ill-looking sore," easily attributed to some sexually transmitted illness, was usually treated with a toxic mercury-based chemical and otherwise shrugged off. ("Syphilis," as the saying ran, "was one night with Venus, followed by a thousand nights with mercury.") — Siddhartha Mukherjee

It will take you long, lonely years, but one day you will grow tired. Tired of boys, tired of contempt, and then where will you be? All these girls around you with their stories and their lives, the solace of one another, and you will be as far away from them as an anthropologist among a foreign people, curious but unable to make contact. Have faith: you will learn. — Sarah McCarry

double mindedness; the mid way between dreams and realities — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

The things I can't do are the things I have yet to learn. — Barbara Cooper

Everyday is a mystery — Michael Bassey Johnson

Death ... so seldom happens nowadays in the awesome quiet of a familiar chamber. Most of us die violently, thanks to the advance of science and warfare. If by chance we are meant to end life in our beds, we are whisked like pox victims to the nearest hospital, where we are kept as alone and unaware as possible of the approach of disintegration. — M.F.K. Fisher

The Bible diagnoses the cancer of all cancers and prescribes the cure of all cures. — Ray Comfort

Stars flicker above, points of bright ice in a dark river. I pull a heavy sheepskin around my legs and stretch my feet toward the fire. Despite the cold, Liam plays his flute, the sound whistling through the night. Soon my eyes are heavy, my head nodding.I open my eyes at the deep melodious baritone of Salvius's voice telling a tale. Liam's flute is silent now. I have heard Salvius tell many tales on market days; he is known for his memory of wandering minstrels and mummers who visit us at Whitsunday and through Midsummer. Salvius is a mockingbird: he can give a fair charade of the rhythmic tones of any wandering bard or any noble of the Royal Court.In this darkness, his eyes catch the light like a cat in the night. — Ned Hayes

I was excited to come to Australia to shoot for Seafolly because I've been wanting to visit since I was young. There wasn't much time to explore because we were so busy, which happens often during shoots. We had to take a boat to the Whitsunday Islands every day to get to the locations, which was a great way to start the day. — Martha Hunt