I discovered I scream the same way whether I'm about to be devoured by a great white shark or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot.— Axl Rose
Beautiful Seaweed quotations
Percy: Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right? Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we'll see.
Rachel: They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb. Annabeth: Was it hard?
Before I could lose my courage, I said, "Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?" I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. "Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then, we'll see.
The type of human being we prefer reveals the contours of our heart.
I am never, ever, going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.
I've been waiting a long time for a quest, seaweed brain," she said.
"Athena is no fan of Poseidon, but if you're going to save the world, I'm the best person to keep you from messing up.
The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them;
before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea and long miles of bluish-green waves breaking for ever and ever on the beach. And oh, the cry of the seagulls! Have you ever heard it? Can you remember?
You promised, Seaweed brain. We would not get separated! Ever again!
What if it lines up like it did in the Trojan War .
.. Athena versus Poseidon?" "I don't know. But I just know that I'll be fighting next to you." "Why?" "Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?
17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefest instant, yet the wisp of wing dust still shone on his lips years later.
Good fighting with you, Seaweed Brain." Ditto.
Oysters open completely when the moon is full;
and when the crab sees one it throws a piece of stone or seaweed into it and the oyster cannot close again so that it serves the crab for meat. Such is the fate of him who opens his mouth too much and thereby puts himself at the mercy of the listener.
God created seaweed… The seaweed made the world.
We spent a lot of time on the beach when I was young so I'd also take pictures of seaweed and crabs.
It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.
Annabeth: Hey, Seaweed Brain. Percy: Will you stop calling me that? Annabeth: You know you love it.
My fatal flaw is hubris. The brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches? No, seaweed brain. That's hummus. Hubris is worse. What could be worse than hummus?
Right whales, for all their size, are surprisingly athletic.
They roll, they slap their flukes, they lift their heads out of the water in a move known as a spy hop. They find playthings and are particularly fond of swimming repeatedly through clumps of seaweed, which slides over them like a feathered boa.
I have observed, on board a steamer, how men and women easily give way to their instinct for flirtation, because water has the power of washing away our sense of responsibility, and those who on land resemble the oak in their firmness behave like floating seaweed when on the sea.
They do it in Thai restaurants in London.
You ask for a drink, and it comes in a glass with loads of seaweed and pebbles in it like a scene from Finding Nemo.
Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.
We are not here in this world to drift like seaweed.
Whatever intelligence we have, it is our duty to drive to the utmost.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.
Love comes into your being like a tidal wave .
.. sometimes it withdraws like a wave, till there isn't such a thing as a pool left, and every bit of your heart is as dry as seaweed beyond the wave's reach.
I also have a lot of preserved foods, things that will keep for a long time like dried fish, seaweed or lotus seed.
Right before the game, she strolled up to me.
"Hey, Seaweed Brain." "Will you stop calling me that?" She knows I hate that name, mostly because I never have a good comeback. She's the daughter of Athena, which doesn't give me a lot of ammunition. I mean, "Owl-head" and "Wise Girl" are kind of lame insults.
Like those crabs which dress themselves with seaweed, we wear belief and custom.
Nobody seems more obsessed by diet than our antimaterialist, otherworldly, New Age, spiritual types. But if the material world is merely illusion, an honest guru should as content with Budweiser and bratwurst as with raw carrot juice, tofu, and seaweed slime.
I will buy six pieces or so a day and just snack on them.
Sometimes I wrap them up in my mini seaweed sheets.
Noble descent and worth, unless united with wealth, are esteemed no more than seaweed.
We esteem in the world those who do not merit our esteem, and neglect persons of true worth; but the world is like the ocean--the pearl is in its depths, the seaweed swims.
A tree is an aerial garden, a botanical migration from the sea, from those earliest plants, the seaweeds; it is a purchase on crumbled rock, on ground. The human, standing, is only a different upsweep and articulation of cells. How treelike we are, how human the tree.
You are the daughter of the sea,oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;cook, your blood is quick as the soil.Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;you know the deep essence of water and the earth,conjoined in you like a formula for clay.Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.This is how you become everything that lives.And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my armsthat push back the shadows so that you can rest -vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.