#shells

Walnuts have a shell, and they have a kernel. Religions are the same. They have an essence, but then they have a protective coating. This is not the only way to put it. But it's my way. So the kernels are the same. However, the shells are different. ↗

— Huston Smith

#essence #however #kernel #only #protective

When I think of how things could have turned out, I feel as if I've dodged, not just bullets, but 6mm shells. ↗

— Tom Stoppard

#could #feel #how #i #i feel

The sky seemed filled with diving planes and the black bursts of exploding antiaircraft shells. ↗

— Dorie Miller

#bursts #diving #exploding #filled #planes

But her favorite is the Houdini fantasy. Big Red disagrees with his biographers, who say that he was driven by his longing to shuck off this mortal coil. She knows that he was all the time just searching for a box that could hold him. ↗

— Karen Russell

#the-city-of-shells #home

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

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

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

— Amaya Ellman

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

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