#hells

Actually, however, life begins less by reaching upward, than by turning upon itself. But what a marvelously insidious, subtle image of life a coiling vital principle would be! And how many dreams the leftward oriented shell, or one that did not conform to the rotation of its species, would inspire! ↗

— Gaston Bachelard

#shells #spirals #dreams

It'll work, if God, wind, leads, ice, snow, and all the hells of this damned frozen land are willing. ↗

— Matthew Henson

#frozen #god #hells #ice #land

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. ↗

— Anne Spencer

#beautiful #cannot #collect #shells

The corals do not look much worn, but still appear to have been dead. There are some delicate shells of molluscs from depths beyond 500 fathoms, where they were certainly living. ↗

— Edward Forbes

#been #beyond #certainly #dead #delicate

It has long been a fact familiar to geologists, that, both on the east and west coasts of the central part of Scotland, there are lines of raised beaches, containing marine shells of the same species as those now inhabiting the neighbouring sea. ↗

— Charles Lyell

#been #both #central #coasts #containing

You're Hell's Angels, then? What chapter are you from?' REVELATIONS, CHAPTER SIX. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #hells-angels #humor #death

One man’s fight is another man’s freedom. ↗

— Amaya Ellman

#broken-shells #freedom #iran #quote #survival

Life is brutally short, and there's only one go at it. We don't go for the old myths about helping somebody as we travel along life's path or our living will have been in vain. It's for now. Not tomorrow. But now. ↗

— Mick Norman

#life #life-and-living #pg- #life

And then, some morning in the second week, the mind wakes, comes to life again. Not in a city sense—no—but beach-wise. It begins to drift, to play, to turn over in gentle careless rolls like those lazy waves on the beach. One never knows what chance treasures these easy unconscious rollers may toss up, on the smooth white sand of the conscious mind; what perfectly rounded stone, what rare shell from the ocean floor. Perhaps a channeled whelk, a moon shell, or even an argonaut. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#beach #chance #shells #waking-life #life

Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise". ↗

— Stephen Fry

#hells #moab #music #pain #stephen-fry