#waves

A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves. ↗

— John Millington Synge

#day #desolation #every #every day #exile

I've never... when I was having songs on the airwaves, and that sort of thing, I never felt a sense of pressure anywhere except from myself, to do things the way I wanted to do them; to feel authentic; to feel like I was presenting my true self to the world. ↗

— Mary Chapin Carpenter

#anywhere #authentic #except #feel #felt

My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery. ↗

— John Cleveland

#channel #description #disturbance #guide #his

Because we spoke so loudly, opponents of reproductive health access demonized and smeared me and others on the public airwaves. These smears are obvious attempts to distract from meaningful policy discussions and to silence women's voices regarding their own health care. ↗

— Sandra Fluke

#airwaves #attempts #because #care #discussions

The inspiration came suddenly again to surrender to the Mother. It was quite unexpected: And so somehow I made a surrender to the Mother. Then I had an experience of overwhelming love. Waves of love sort of flowed into me. ↗

— Bede Griffiths

#came #experience #flowed #had #i

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ↗

— Norman Vincent Peale

#behold #christmas #everything #magic #magic wand

You can judge a leader by the size of the problem he tackles. Other people can cope with the waves, it's his job to watch the tide. ↗

— Antony Jay

#his #job #judge #leader #other

As my early drawings warned me, where humans go, lions and tidal waves follow. ↗

— Wally Lamb

#early #follow #go #humans #lions

When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting - the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness - or into waves of probability. ↗

— Robert Lanza

#bits #chicken #clock #discrete #dishwasher

Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts. ↗

— Max Muller

#breathe #dash #deep #follows #forgotten