#island

The Staten Island Ferry remains a potential terrorist target. ↗

— Vito Fossella

#island #potential #remains #target #terrorist

The Fallen ∞ Now that it’s over, My worlds forever changed. Without you, I feel empty, All this pain, still remains. ↗

— S.L. Ross

#slross #change

The anti-apartheid prisoners on the island, like so many in every age and nation, found that Shakespeare had a peculiar ability to gentle their condition. They used to gather clandestinely to read the plays; on one occasion, the book was passed around for each man to mark his favourite lines. ↗

— Daniel Hannan

#age #around #book #condition #each

For us Australians, Singapore also represents sacred soil. Almost 2000 Australians died here in the defense of your island country and our neighborhood. ↗

— Michael Jeffery

#also #australians #country #defense #died

When I'm not working, my family and I have a house in the San Juan Islands. We've been here since '94. ↗

— Elizabeth Pena

#family #here #house #i #islands

The conductor's stand is not a continent of power, but rather an island of solitude. ↗

— Riccardo Muti

#continent #island #power #rather #solitude

No man, proclaimed Donne , is an Island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each other's tragedies. We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island ) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature, and by the repetitive shape and form of the stories. The shape does not change: there was a human being who was born, lived, and then, by some means or another, died. There. You may fill in the details from your own experience. As unoriginal as any other tale, as unique as any other life. Lives are snowflakes-forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close inspection), but still unique. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#insulation #islands #isolation #life #originality

You don't know love when you see it. You've tricked something out with your imagination that you think love, and you expect the real thing to look like that. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#imagination

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L'Heure Bleue. She talked about 'perfect moments.' One such moment happened that afternoon; she'd been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, 'I'll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L'Heure Bleue. For me they signify love. ↗

— Susan Hubbard

#blues #champagne #curacao #l-heure-bleue #miles-davis

Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#island-beneath-the-sea #music #zarité #music