#atlantic

There's no one here in America swimming the Pacific Ocean - or the Atlantic, or the Caribbean - to leave this place. The reason why is because of the freedom. Freedom for a man to mark out his own destiny. It's not, 'Hey, you have so much.' ↗

— Luke Scott

#atlantic #because #caribbean #destiny #freedom

When it all started, record companies - and there were many of them, and this was a good thing - were run by people who loved records, people like Ahmet Ertegun, who ran Atlantic Records, who were record collectors. They got in it because they loved music. ↗

— David Crosby

#atlantic #because #collectors #companies #good

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

— Tahar Ben Jelloun

#mediterranean #morocco #possible #same #see

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

I always seem to get inspiration and renewed vitality by contact with this great novel land of yours which sticks up out of the Atlantic. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#atlantic #contact #get #great #i

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

I was turning 20 during my first record. Those decade birthdays always kind of cause me, it seems, to reflect, look back, and then look forward. I just was closing this period of my life where I was living in a car and scrambling my whole life to then signing a six-record deal with Atlantic. ↗

— Jewel

#atlantic #back #birthdays #car #cause

Politics is there the way men and women are there, the way the Atlantic Ocean is there. Sometimes I've written about politics specifically, I mean about politics as it's understood on television and in newspapers. ↗

— Kenneth Koch

#atlantic #atlantic ocean #i #mean #men

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

The tourist was the great conservative who hated novelty and adored dirt. ↗

— Henry Adams

#travel #education