A secret at home is like rocks under tide.
It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing.
Just at the turn of the tide, nature held its breath - no bird sang, everything seemed to be waiting and waiting. And then, sure enough, as if someone had flicked a switch, everything started in motion again.
Every pleasure raises the tide of life; every pain lowers the tide of life.
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.
In the unceasing ebb and flow of justice and oppression we must all dig channels as best we may, that at the propitious moment somewhat of the swelling tide may be conducted to the barren places of life.
Writing every book is like a purge; at the end of it one is empty. . . like a dry shell on the beach, waiting for the tide to come in again.
The tide of evolution carries everything before it, thoughts no less than bodies, and persons no less than nations.
Early in my career I was divided because I had the real self underneath: the lawbreaker, the anarchist, the person who swims against the tide, the outsider, the loner, all of that guy. He was my private self, and I had this other side that wanted to be liked in order to do all those things I dreamed of as a little boy. I didn't realize that those things didn't go together until later. And I'm quite sure that my use of acid and peyote helped me accept what was really going on inside of me instead of what I had imposed on myself.
We are children of chaos, and the deep structure of change is decay. At root, there is only corruption, and the unstemmable tide of chaos. Gone is purpose; all that is left is direction. This is the bleakness we have to accept as we peer deeply and dispassionately into the heart of the Universe.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.
If we don't somehow stem the tide of childhood obesity, we're going to have a huge problem.
There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon.
Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
The eternal tide flows hid in Living Bread. That with its Heavenly Life too be fed.
Tohru: Shigure is always smiling. But, I wonder if I gave him some problems with my request. Yuki: The only ones who can truly understand what Shigure is thinking is Hatori and. . . a few other people. Someone has said this before. It is said that he is like a "tide. . . " A tide that carries you away when you get too close to it. The tide touches your feet. . . But when you reach down to touch it, it will have already departed. It is within your reach, yet you may never catch it.
The Paphian Queen to Cnidos made repair Across the tide to see her image there: Then looking up and round the prospect wide, When did Praxiteles see me thus? she cried.
We are a conspiracy of hope and we are pressing back against the strong tide of oppression which for centuries has been the legacy of those of us who are labelled with mental illness. We are refusing to reduce human beings to illnesses.