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Intramuros! The old Manila. The original Manila. The Noble and Ever Loyal City ...
The Big Dipper. Cassiopeia.
That's a long way," Nico said. "Plus, we don't have ... " His voice cracked. "You know ... our sea expert, Percy.
I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper.
There's a small island, inhabited in the South Pacific that I will try to swim to.
Ocean?""Yeah baby." "Please don't leave me like everyone else, don't let me drown Ocean." "I hugged her tighter. "Livie I won't let you drown. If you drown, I drown baby." I held onto her and closed my eyes, and silently cried myself to sleep. *Ocean Hawthorne*
Neither does she have a name
none that I could find even in my most persistent researches: Julian's gentle lady, I mean; she whom I sought and chased and wooed (as it were) down a warren of historical tunnels.
There is a problem with that island. It is an accident waiting to happen.
My goodness carina mia, you are so thin. You do not eat enough. Mangia, mangia, mangia! [Alicia's Italian mother's view of her daughter.]
Hawaii made the mouth of her soul water.
Hortense. We broke
Jessica, of course, who feels no human emotions, forgets that her whole family was about to be massacred and is already thinking about the men she will attract on the island.
Periplus of the Erythrean Sea, written
I fret for Sylvia.
She appears anchored
to the idea of sinking,
which is silly when she so clearly
soars above almost everyone.
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
Her name is Portia
Peru, Peru. My heart's lighthouse.
MRS. REYES FARROW.
She probably fell asleep and was washed away by the tortoise waves!
-Arista
Susan Campbell has brought Isabella's fascinating forgotten story back to life with the deep research of a born historian and the vibrant readable prose style of a veteran journalist.
Perchance to dream
"What are you doing here, Ariel? I would have thought you'd be halfway to Timbuktu."
- lisa mantchev perchance to dream
Another girl? That's awesome Shea. What are you guys going to name her, Sheanana?
Gervasio Lonquimay
Atlantis?" Jason asked. "That's a myth," Percy said. "Uh ... don't we deal in myths?" "No, I mean it's a made-up myth. Not, like, an actual true myth." "So this is why Annabeth is the brains of the operation, then?" "Shut up, Grace.
Helena had been standing by her window looking out to sea, breathing in the fresh air and admiring the picturesque scene of a small ship sailing into the harbor.
She had not been able to think of anything other than Mikolas for days.
From LONGING the 3rd chapter of TRUE LOVE
no ordinary island, and
An olive, with a pit ...
My Becca's home.
All the world stand, unless all the world confess that in all the world there is no maiden fairer than the Empress of La Mancha, the peerless Dulcinea del Toboso.
Jorinda and Jorindel
Astrud Gilberto sang an old bossa nova song. "Take me to Aruanda," she sang. I closed my eyes, and the clatter of the cups and saucers sounded like the roar of a far-off sea. Aruanda - what's it like there?
God! ... Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.
In her fury she'd broken into Valencian, indicating the deepest possible roots in the land. I was impressed with how deeply she was from here, in a way I could never imagine being from anywhere, not even my home town.
Islands are gregarious animals, they decorate the ocean in conveys.
Let me introduce you. Sophie, this is Miss Eliot, from the National Childcare Agency. Miss Eliot, this is Sophie, from the ocean.
Caterina, a great adventure is in store for you.
Wherever you go in life, you will feel somewhere over your shoulder a pink, castellated shimmering presence, the domes and riggings and crooked pinacles of the Serenissima
Percy pizza with extra olives.
And Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin
she is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea
she is the female tunny-fish, round and happy among the males
and dense with happy blood, dark rainbow bliss in the sea.
Beth from accounting
is just sitting in her car
eating spaghetti.
E canchis amnia.
Everything from shells.
Her wavy blond hair
I have traveled all over the world and gone to the highest peaks, and the densest jungles. The Carpathain Mountians will always be my homeland, but my home is a woman. Solange Sangria. You are home to me. Your body is my home. Your mind. Your heart and soul. It matters little to me where we are.
A very sea of thought; neither calm nor clear, if you will, yet wherein the toughest pearl-diver may dive to his utmost depth, and return not only with sea-wreck but with true orients.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft, without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked - and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and moor herself within my room - my daughter! O my daughter!
I'm going to run away," she said.
"Where to?"
"Atlantis," she said.
"Where's that?"
"No one really knows where it is," she said. "But I'll find it and then I'll go and then they'll worry.
The deepest, most mysterious ocean in the world is a woman's heart.
Of all divers, thou hast dived the deepest.
Last night at Bingo, Sylvia won the last prize. 'What am I going to do with a mermaid?"
"Learn to swim in the murkiest water, reinvent yourself," the mermaid said #149
She is the only island for you in your life. From her there is no turning back for you. Only around her does the sea have color.
... She was as beautiful and lost as a landlocked mermaid.
Even in a sea of names, a drowning mermaid has a way of standing out.
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!
Twelve-year-old Islay. Good stuff if you liked peat, smoke, earth, rain, despair, and the Atlantic Ocean, and who doesn't like that?
There was nothing but a lonely magnificence of sea and islands
Messina between the volcanoes, Etna and Stromboli, having known the death-agony's terror. I always dread coming near the awful place, yet I have found the people kind, almost feverishly so, as if they knew the awful need for kindness.
She had such unusual eyes. They made me think of the seaside, and so I called her Ocean, and could not have told you why.
She was my life raft, my turtle.
Little cherub of the sea, come and play with me. Come and play with me, dearest cherub of the sea. Please come play with me, In the mad, mad sea.
She loves the sun and the sea. She is her happiest there.
Piragua - cold syrup trickled over crushed ice - her favorite treat from her childhood in Viejo San Juan.
She has this curious heavy grace, like something out of its element making do in a heavier medium. Like she should be living in water.
Ask the dust on the road! Ask the Joshua trees standing alone where the Mojave begins. Ask them about Camilla Lopez, and they will whisper her name.
ADVENTURES OF ISABEL
Isabel
, her mouth working mutely like the valve of an undersea creature
the coast, irregular
Flying far out to sea, and happy all alone. Meg is the turtledove,
From Angel Martinez bio
She currently lives in Delaware in a drinking town with a college problem...
Where shall we honeymoon? Will you take me to Italy, to see the Botticellis?"
"I will take you anywhere you wish. Anywhere under the sky.
The most isolated inhabited island in the world is Tristan da Cunha, an active volcano located in the middle of the south Atlantic Ocean 1,242 miles (2,000 kilometers) from the nearest land. Tristan da Cunha is Portuguese for "Where the fuck are we?!
She met the Lusitanian cooks, a husband and wife team whose passionate screams in
Portuguese during their fights and lovemaking were legendary among the sailors. - pag. 191
Post tot naufragia portus, which translates as "After so many shipwrecks, a haven.
O unfathomable depth! O Deity eternal! O deep ocean! What more could You give me than to give me Yourself?
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.
Her legs were gone, lost in the tangle of dark alien webs; she reminded Miller of a mermaid who had traded her fins for a space station. Her eyes were closed, but he could see them shifting and dancing under the lids. And she was breathing.
Beyond those was a stretch of sand and miles of dark blue sea. You couldn't make out a thing on the other side. As a little girl, Maggie believed that the world dropped off out there, that if you swam far enough you might fall into a starry sky.
There once was a girl of the sea, who refused to see who she could be. The strength of a world in the hands of a girl, consumed by the curse of the three.
The vast blue ocean is waiting for her, and this is only the beginning of her story.
The girl who had left Ireland was gone to the bottom of the ocean with the rest of them.
twenty miles of the sea. My
I love coming back into Chersonesus in the afternoon; the city is lit up by the sun beginning to set. The sound of the water rushing past the hull, and the sky is as blue as Helena's eyes."
"Did I hear a woman's name?
She was floating as the sea of pleasure took her out upon its rising tide and when she became aware of herself again it was to the feel of Zac behind her, supporting her weight by holding her under her arms. (Barely Restrained, 2011)
How tranquil is a coral tomb, and may the heavens grant that my companions and I be buried in no other!
Lillian's recurrent dream of a ship that could not reach the water, that sailed laboriously, pushed by her with great effort, through city streets, had determined her course toward the sea, as if she would give this ship, once and for all, its proper sea bed.
She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.
Why did you draw the chick in the ocean so fat and ugly?" asked a guy in a black tank top.
"Where?" Kayla said.
"Right there by the sandcastle. There on the right."
"It's not a girl. It's a manatee.
Our island. Our love. Our marriage.
Soon part of me will explore the deep and dark
Floor of the harbour . I am everywhere,
I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move
With all that move me, under the water
Jeremias, my soul mate, I will forever love you.
My Heart. My World. My Coast. My Becca.
Me Tarz-tosterone; You Estro-Jane
A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.
Eustatius in the Caribbean. At present, there was powder
She might be the best-dressed little girl in her elementary school class, but she was still a Greek. Her parents spoke a foreign language, their food was different, and she looked different from the children she went to school with in Corktown.
Your word is more than : Only One Word.
Remember.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
She has a human face and as far as the groin she is a girl with lovely breasts, but below she is a monstrous sea creature, her womb 430 full of wolves,
My girl.
My Lexie.
My best friend.
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
Of all the things I wish for her, above all, I want her to know and love the sea.
No Atlantis is too underwater or fictional.