#atlantic

That got me thinking. Bon Jovi kills in Jersey. Just kills. We did Atlantic City this past winter and man, you wouldn't believe the intensity in that crowd. Can I just talk for a minute about how amazingly hot Heather is? ↗

— Richie Sambora

#amazingly #atlantic #believe #bon #bon jovi

In Morocco, it's possible to see the Atlantic and the Mediterranean at the same time. ↗

— Tahar Ben Jelloun

#mediterranean #morocco #possible #same #see

If across the Atlantic the ideology was pride, here it is delivering the goods. ↗

— Theodor Adorno

#atlantic #delivering #goods #here #ideology

No, if it was up to me every record would be brand new studio material but Atlantic records asked me to put out a full live record because my tour really did do well last year. ↗

— Sebastian Bach

#atlantic #because #brand #brand new #did

Every so often I find some poems that are too good for the readers of The Atlantic because they are a little too involved with the nature of poetry, as such. ↗

— Peter Davison

#because #every #find #good #i

Water, water, everywhere, Atlantic and Pacific. But New York City's got them beat, Our aqua is terrific! ↗

— Edward Koch

#beat #city #everywhere #got #new

My kind publishers, Toby Mundy and Margaret Stead of Atlantic Books, have commissioned me to write the life of Queen Victoria. ↗

— A. N. Wilson

#books #commissioned #kind #life #margaret

Had it not been for the Atlantic Ocean and the virgin wilderness, the United States would never have been the Land of Promise. ↗

— Herbert Croly

#atlantic ocean #been #had #land #never

From a drop of water a logician could infer the possibility of an Atlantic or a Niagara without having seen or heard of one or the other. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#could #drop #having #heard #infer

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man