#island

The sweet-smelling aroma of the island spices still hung in the air. It filled his nostrils and titillated his appetite all over again. His appetite drove him mad for something much more than food. ↗

— Luke A.M. Brown

#lamb #non-silence #novel #food

I am a bomb but I mean you no harm. That I still am here to tell this, is a miracle: I was deployed on May 15, 1957, but I didn’t go off because a British nuclear engineer, a young father, developed qualms after seeing pictures of native children marveling at the mushrooms in the sky, and sabotaged me. I could see why during that short drop before I hit the atoll: the island looks like god’s knuckles in a bathtub, the ocean is beautifully translucent, corals glow underwater, a dead city of bones, allowing a glimpse into a white netherworld. I met the water and fell a few feet into a chromatic cemetery. The longer I lie here, listening to my still functioning electronic innards, the more afraid I grow of detonating after all this time. I don’t share your gods, but I pray I shall die a silent death. ↗

— Marcus Speh

#humanity #inspirational #literary #pacific-islands #speh

Just because there's snow on the roof doesn't mean the fire's out, son ↗

— Marie Force

#big-mac #gansett-island #love

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#anne-of-the-island #husband #marriage #marriage

One day I saw the big jaguar,Calypso, jump up from the sand and run quickly, snarling, into the jungle. I looked around and the monkeys were jumping and screeching in the trees. Gazing across the water I saw something moving out there, getting closer. It was a canoe with three men paddling towards my shore. I started to smile and then I worried that they might want to kill me. I ran to my house and brought out my bow and arrows. I stood there on the beach, with my feet shoulder-width apart, and prepared for their arrival. ↗

— Doug Hiser

#jaguar #jungle #tropical-calypso #men

A series of prohibitions called the Law - I had already heard them recited - battled in their minds with the deep-seated, ever-rebellious cravings of their animal natures. This Law they were perpetually repeating, I found, and - perpetually breaking. ↗

— H.G. Wells

#nature

The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#enchanting #haze #island #june #mysterious

…I once found a list of diseases as yet unclassified by medical science, and among these there occurred the word Islomania, which was described as a rare but by no means unknown affliction of spirit. There are people…who find islands somehow irresistible. The mere knowledge that they are on an island, a little world surrounded by the sea, fills them with an indescribable intoxication. These born “islomanes”…are direct descendents of the Atlanteans ↗

— Lawrence Durrell

#science

Give us this day our daily Faith, but deliver us, dear God, from Belief. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#inspirational #island #metaphysical-beliefs #metaphysics #faith

I grew up on a tiny little island. ↗

— Samantha Barks

#i #island #little #tiny #up