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Her self was an island.
These are islands in time - with nothing to date them on the calendar of mankind. In these areas it is as though a person were looking backward into the ages and forward untold years. Here are bits of eternity, which have a preciousness beyond all accounting.
An island is a fixed and finite piece of geography, and usually the whole place has been carved up and claimed.
The Hawaiian Islands were discovered by hardy Polynesian sailors, who crossed thousands of miles of open ocean in primitive canoes, braving violent storm-tossed seas for months at a time. My family and I arrived by modern commercial aviation, which was infinitely worse.
While Australia is superficially referred to as a continental nation, upon closer scrutiny, it is in fact an archipelago.
Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.
There is a problem with that island. It is an accident waiting to happen.
Best of an island is once you get there - you can't go any farther ... you've come to the end of things ...
The sun, coming hard around the world: the island rises from the sea, sinks, rises, holds.
There are no countries in the world less known by the British than those selfsame British Islands.
the Isle of Wight, with occasional visits to
Perhaps that was the reason she felt so hemmed in. Islands were places in between; places neither here nor there, but rather places on the way somewhere. That was how she felt. Not settled.
That is where homeland is. In that shifting space, kinfolk know one another by secret signs; and wherever kinfolk meet, homeland soil coalesces about their feet in the mysterious way that coral cays, like seabirds pausing in flight, anchor themselves to the Barrier Reef.
Englishmen must have an island.
the coast, irregular
In a sense, each of us is an island. In another sense, however, we are all one. For though islands appear separate, and may even be situated at great distances from one another, they are only extrusions of the same planet, Earth.
I thought to live on an island was like living on a boat. Islands intrigue me. You can see the perimeters of your world. It's a microcosm.
Maybe no man is an island, but some sure look like one.
No man's an island. Not even the ones that think they are. Especially not them.
Better Than You island doesn't exist. And if it does it's full of idiots, looking over their shoulder for the next idiot to arrive.
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.
Oceania is vast, Oceania is expanding, Oceania is hospitable and generous, Oceania is humanity rising from the depths of brine and regions of fire deeper still, Oceania is us. We are the sea, we are the ocean ...
No man is an island.
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.
No one person is an island.
No man is an island; but some are peninsulas.
I watched the people passing below, each of them a story, each story part of somebody else's, all of it connected to the big story of the world. People weren't islands, so far as I was concerned. How could they be, when their stories kept getting tangled up in everybody else's?
Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?
All men are islands, surrounded by the bottomless oceans of unthinking night.
Lucky come Hawai'i." History
Harbour Island in the Bahamas is beautiful, with turquoise water and pink sand.
For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life.
I have this weird tropism for islands. Take me to an island as far from New York as I can possibly go.
An island of surety in a changing world.
I am not master of words to tell you, Jack, the value of an exceedingly remote island to a naturalist, an uninhabited fertile volcanic island covered with a luxuriant vegetation, with no vile rats, dogs, cats, goats, swine, introduced by fools to destroy an Eden, an island untouched ...
This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.
They would emerge a short distance away, sometimes three or four of them, a short lived archipelago of volcanic islands.
The Kon-Tiki expedition opened my eyes to what the ocean really is. It is a conveyor and not an isolator. The ocean has been man's highway from the days he built the first buoyant ships, long before he tamed the horse, invented wheels, and cut roads through the virgin jungles.
Through vigilance, restraint and control the wise will construct and island that no flood will overcome.
Leis go brown, tectonic plates shift, deep currents move, islands vanish, rooms get forgotten.
Not only are islands impoverished relative to the mainlands, but small islands are more severely impoverished than large ones. That bit of insight became famed as the species-area relationship.
With the countless chevrons of whitecaps. Soon enough, the navigators can discern the low moonlit lumps of islands ranged along the horizon. France.
I don't want to be an island. I want to be more of a tourist attraction. You stop here, I take your money and you go.
What I like more than anything is to visit other islands...
The islands of Italy combine all the elements - fire, water, earth, and air - and that is irresistible.
Hawaii is a small, close community.
The Maldives, a string of islands off the coast of India whose highest point above sea level is eight feet, may be the first nation to drown. In Alaska, entire towns have begun to shift in the loosening permafrost.
the Supreme Alpha Male it's my duty to protect them, so I created this island
By what a delicate and far-stretched contribution every island is made! What an enterprise of nature thus to lay the foundations of and to build up the future continent, of golden and silver sands and the ruins of forests, with ant-like industry.
It is important to remember that the Pacific Ocean covers a quarter of the world's surface and that each Pacific country has its own cultural, historical and ethnic identity.
Life is islands of ecstasy in an ocean of ennui, and after the age of thirty land is seldom seen.
A gem of an island glimmered in the bright, blue sea. Here the winged and webbed, hoofed and horned, mighty and meek, all lived in peace.
No man is an island but every woman is. That's why we build bridges.
islanded in a sea of meaningless color,
Where are the coconut trees bowing allegiance to the wind, the wide open spaces, the verdant green fields?
The Sandwich Islands are not the same as Otaheite nor as the Fijis, from which they are distant about 4,000 miles, nor are their people of the same race. The natives are not cannibals, and it is doubtful if they ever were so. Their idols only exist in missionary museums.
The vast Pacific ocean would always remain the islanders' great solace, escape and nourishment, the amniotic fluid that would keep them hedonistic and aloof, guarded, gentle and mysterious.
The savage, rocky shores of Christmas Island, 200 miles south of Java, in the Indian Ocean. It's November, the moon is in its third quarter, and the sun is just setting. In a few hours from now, on this very shore, a thousand million lives will be launched.
Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
I want to go to the Maldives before they sink, but just because it's the most beautiful place on earth.
The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.
Eustatius in the Caribbean. At present, there was powder
We may be a small island, but we are not a small people.
There was something magical about an island - the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world - an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return.
I discovered Musha Cay and the islands around it in the Exumas.
But that is what islands are for; they are places where different destinies can meet and intersect in the full isolation of time.
When you're on a boat, it is this tiny little island where you have to be completely self-sufficient.
Britain, the best of islands, is situated in the Western Ocean, between France and Ireland.
Wet, wet, the interior of the island, they said, bog and marsh, rivers and chains of ponds alive with metal-throated birds. The ships scraped on around the points. And the lookout saw shapes of caribou folding into fog.
The sea which we think of separating the two island actually joins them.
Every island to a child is a treasure island.
Hawaii is so complex; there are so many points of view, and there are so many experiences to see and to find.
No footprints in the sand. Pebbles and bits of weed are strung in scalloped lines. Three outer islands bear low stone forts; a green lantern glows on the tip of a jetty. It feels appropriate somehow, to have reached the edge of the continent, to have only the hammered sea left in front of him.
White villas glittered against the olive woods! What quiet harbours, thronged with gallant shipping bound for purple islands of wine and spice, islands set low in languorous waters!
Hawaii has always been a very pivotal role in the Pacific. It is in the Pacific. It is a part of the United States that is an island that is right here.
Still lay the Island-World beneath the whisper of a Dragon's wings.
The Pacific no longer represents menacing avenues of approach for a prospective invader. It assumes, instead, the friendly aspect of a peaceful lake. Our line of defense is a natural one and can be maintained with a minimum of military effort and expense.
There was nothing but a lonely magnificence of sea and islands
No man is an island, but some of us are long peninsulas.
No man is an island, entire of itself.
An island Utopia in a modern, busy, everyday world. A land where there are neither rich nor poor. A heaven on earth - without a fence around it.
Wherever people go to find peace - that's what I find in the ocean.
Most of the reefs [around Christmas Island] are dead, most of the corals are dead, overgrown by algae, and most of the fish are smaller than the pencils we use to count them.
The Senkaku Islands are an integral part of Japanese territory based on international law as well as in the context of our history.
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
our floating barge.
No man is an island," he says. "Islands are made of dirt and rocks and trees. I don't know any people made of such things. Therefore, people are not islands.
It's surreal to think that I own this beautiful island. It doesn't feel like anyone can own Lanai. What it feels like to me is this really cool 21st-century engineering project, where I get to work with the people of Lanai to create a prosperous and sustainable Eden in the Pacific.
Islands - of times when you're content, you don't think about the loss. Now it's like your world's underwater. All of it. But the water goes down and the islands come up. The water'll be there always but you'll find dry land
Whoever said that thing about how no man is an island probably doesn't live on one.
For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.
The oceans never stop. They know no beginning or end. The wind never finishes. Sometimes it disappears, but only to gather momentum from somewhere else, returning to fling itself at the island, to make a point which is lost on Tom.
The beauty of the island [Bora Bora} wasn't limited to its turquoise waters or green hills. That was mere surface beauty. The real awe of the place was evident in its stories. There was one waiting beyond every curve of the shore.
It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
The guy who owned that island was from Oregon and he decided that he wanted to have an Oregon feeling to it, so he planted pine trees all over the place!
A bird, music and food -desert island items
Still, though no one is an island, most are peninsulas. Our lives wouldn't make sense without personal memories pinned like butterflies against the velvet backdrop of social history.
If only it was an island rather than a pretty sleeping dog with sand on its paws and cliffs on its shoulders, waiting to wake it up and tear it.
Burn the boats as you enter the island and you will take the island.
Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.