I have the world's largest collection of seashells. I keep it on all the beaches of the world... perhaps you've seen it.— Steven Wright
Most Powerful Seashells quotations
I dreamt we walked together along the shore.
We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?
There are fossils of seashells high in the Himalayas; what was and what is are different things.
My wife... its difficult to say what she does... she sells seashells on the seashore.
Statuettes of drunken sailors, velvet pictures of island maidens, plastic seashell lamps made in Taiwan. What contempt the people who think up souvenirs have for other people.
I seek truth and beauty in the transparency of an autumn leaf, in the perfect form of a seashell on the beach, in the curve of a woman's back, in the texture of an ancient tree trunk, but also in the elusive forms of reality.
I know it’s stupid to not own a gun yet have so many triggers, but in some other world gigantic seashells hold humans to their ears and listen to the echo of machines.
I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands.
Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.
Let my style capture all the sounds of my time.
This should make it an annoyance to my contemporaries. But later generations should hold it to their ears like a seashell in which there is the music of an ocean of mud.
Buy a book in brown paper From Faber and FaberTo see Annie Liffey trip, tumble and caper.Sevensinns in her singthings,Plurabelle on her prose,Seashell ebb music wayriver she flows.
Those who look for seashells will find seashells; those who open them will find pearls.
A seashell should be the crest of England, not only because it represents a power built on the waves, but also the hard finish ofthe men. The Englishman is finished like a cowry or a murex.
I went to the beach a couple of times in New York City.
Tough summer out there, but I was pretty excited. I found what I thought at the time was a very rare seashell. And I took it to a friend of mine who works in a museum. And I was really disappointed. It turned out to be just a human ear.
Look at the pattern this seashell makes.
The dappled whorl, curving inward to infinity. That's the shape of the universe itself. There's constant pressure, pushing towards pattern. A tendency in matter to evolve into ever more complex forms. It's a kind of pattern gravity, a holy greening power we call 'Viriditas' and it is the driving force in the cosmos. Life, you see.
I am a tiny seashell that has secretly drifted ashore and carries the sound of the ocean surging through its body.
By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.
That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and not come back at all. I rocked shut As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.
I have paid as much as $300 a night to throw up into a sink shaped like a seashell.
Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.
To look at the paper is to raise a seashell to one's ear and to be overwhelmed by the roar of humanity.
More than anything, he wanted to return to the house with the same look of peace that he'd seen on Pastor Harris's face, but he trudged through the sand, he couldn't help feeling like an amateur, someone searching for God's truths like a child searching for seashells.
If there were ever any half-bloods who needed to worry about that, it was Thalia and me. I wondered if maybe I should've sent Poseidon that seashell pattern tie for Father's Day after all. --Percy Jackson
You are being suffocated by tradition.
.. Why don't you say, 'I am going to build a life for myself, for my time, and make it a work of art'? Your life isn't a work of art ---it's a thirdhand Victorian whatnot shelf, complete with someone else's collection of seashells and hand-carved elephants.
If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she'd been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of her mind in fragments so minuscule that she could no more easily piece them together than she could gather from the beach all the tiny chips of broken seashells, worn to polished flakes by ages of relentless tides, and reassemble them into their original architectures.