The gull sees farthest who flies highest— Richard Bach
Contentment Gull quotations
For most gulls it was not flying that matters, but eating.
For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.
You don't love hatred and evil, of course.
You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves. That's what I mean by love.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
It is never too late to go quietly to our lakes, rivers, oceans, even our small streams, and say to the sea gulls, the great blue herons, the bald eagles, the salmon, that we are sorry.
The only true law is that which leads to freedom.
Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that a gull's life is so short, and with those gone from his thought, he lived a long fine life indeed.
Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight - how to get from shore to food and back again
In fact, to gull a fool seems to me an exploit worthy of a witty man.
The gulls who scorn perfection for the sake of travel go nowhere, slowly.
Those who put aside travel for the sake of perfection go anywhere, instantly.
But he sleeps on the top of his mast with his eyes closed tight.
The gull inquired into his dream, which was, "I must not fall. The spangled sea below wants me to fall. It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all.
You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.
Leaves like rusty tin for the desolate mind that has seen the end- the barest glimmerings. Leaves aswirl with gulls made wild by winter.
A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.
Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease.Dew is heavy on the grass below,the spider's web is ready.Heaven's ways include the human:among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.
Take no revenge that you have not pondered beneath a starry sky, or on a canyon overlook, or to the lapping of waves and the mewing of a distant gull.
That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.
I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it;
knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.
Below me Rontu was running along the cliffs barking at the screaming gulls.
Pelicans were chattering as they finished the blue water. But suddenly I thought of Tutok, and the island seemed very quiet.
(on grief) And you do come out of it, that’s true.
After a year, after five. But you don’t come out of it like a train coming out of a tunnel, bursting through the downs into sunshine and that swift, rattling descent to the Channel; you come out of it as a gull comes out of an oil-slick. You are tarred and feathered for life.
On Sunday mornings, as the dawn burned into day, swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash, hovering and dropping in the cold clear light.
By fools, knaves fatten; by bigots, priests are well clothed; every knave finds a gull.
Seeing is such a privilege. Who notices the way the screech of a gull looks, the look of a gale, the sight of some fragrance?
Riches: A dream in the night. Fame: A gull floating on water.
blind wantons like the gulls who scream And rip the edge off any ideal or dream.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
Strangers he gulls, but friends make fun of him.
I'd be interested to read Gull's paper on it, and I wish Alan would put it in somewhere. It gives him a relevance to our times, which he doesn't otherwise have. Gull, I mean, not Alan.
Devon holds a special place in my heart.
As a child, I normally went on holiday to Bantham and have lots of happy memories from my time there. I used to catch sand eels in the early morning and go fishing for bass throughout the day. I remember a gull taking my bait.
Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood - the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.
One of the things that made me want to be an actor more than ever was seeing a Chekhov play, "The Sea Gull," when was 14 in the Bronx.
The sea-shore is a sort of neutral ground, a most advantageous point from which to contemplate the world....There is naked Nature, inhumanly sincere, wasting no thought on man, nibbling at the cliffy shore where gulls wheel amid the spray.
Man is a free moral agent and can be magnanimous and deal disinterestedly, humanity is a definite goal, social justice is desirable and possible, individual lives may be gloriously diversified, uniquely individualized, and yet socially useful; or, these are mere phrases, snares to catch gulls, soothing syrup for our troubled souls.
One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings.
The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow, inciting various modes. The sparrow requites one, without intent.
Let the gulled fool the toil of war pursue, where bleed the many to enrich the few.
Devoutly the teachers point out huge fumigated domes;
but beneath the statues there's no love, no love beneath the eyes set in crystal. Love is there, in flesh ripped by thirst, in the tiny hut struggling against the flood; love is there, in ditches where snakes of hunger wrestle, in the sad sea that rocks dead gulls, and in the darkest stinging kiss under pillows.