Quotes About Gulls

#1. If you lie down in a village square hoping to capture a sea gull, you could stay there your whole life without succeeding. But a hundred miles from shore it's different. Sea gulls have a highly developed instinct for self-preservation on land but at sea they're very cocky.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#2. Unwind the - Stan began, and then there was a much louder explosion. The echo rolled slowly across the Barrens. A cloud of gulls rose from the eastern side of the dump, squalling and crying. They all jumped this time. Stan dropped

Stephen King

#3. Gulls fly overhead
While waves slap against rocks
From dusk till dawn.

Abigail George

#4. We wished our two souls
might return like gulls
to the rock. In the end,
the water was too cold for us.

Robert Lowell

#5. She took the sea with her
Not beaches but the grey
relentless Irish sea,
its rhythm and the crying gulls.

Caroline Davies

#6. The levee had always been my beach, the world beyond it, my ocean. That's as close as it got here, anyway. No waves, no dolphins, no white sand, no sea gulls. If you were lucky enough, though, every once in a while you did get to see a crane, or a beaver.

Laura Miller

#7. The sea-shore is a sort of neutral ground, a most advantageous point from which to contemplate the world ... There is naked Nature, inhumanly sincere, wasting no thought on man, nibbling at the cliffy shore where gulls wheel amid the spray.

Henry David Thoreau

#8. The sun burned like a fire ship on the water, sinking slowly till only a red smoke was left trailing up the sky. A fishing boat was headed into the harbor, black and small against the enormous west. Above its glittering wake a few gulls whirled like sparks which had gone out.

Ross Macdonald

#9. Pearl-colored light flowed over the far horizon and sparkled in the dewy drops beaded in spider webs. Everything was still - only the gulls and a turtle lazing on a rock observed their presence.

Kathleen Valentine

#10. A flock of gulls flew east, rising and falling, as if they might clean the sky with their wings.

Rachel Joyce

#11. Tom tingled at the knowledge that he was the only one to hear any of it: the only living man for the better part of a hundred miles in any direction. He thought of the gulls nestled into their wiry homes on the cliffs, the fish hovering stilly in the safety of the

M.L. Stedman

#12. No organist played a Magnificat but the wind in the flue chimney, no choir sang a Nunc Dimittis but the wuthering gulls, yet I fancy the Creator was not displeazed.

David Mitchell

#13. Gulls, aeroplaning above the chimney pots, were calling that he must talk to Laura about his plans. He needed no telling, for once in tune to their outlandish cries.

Alan Sillitoe

#14. But I would tell Mother none of this. Nor would I tell her that at the hour of his death, I was floating free in the ocean, in a solitude I would remember all of my life, the gulls cawing over my head and the white flag flying at the top of the pole.

Sue Monk Kidd

#15. Gulls shriek plovers and sandpipers run up and down the beach. The tide is all the way out. The stone jetty from which people fish in the summer is covered with seals basking in the light.

Kathleen Valentine

#16. That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.

William Shakespeare

#17. For most gulls it was not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.

Richard Bach

#18. When she shouted, the gulls hidden by the dune buckshot the low clouds.

Lauren Groff

#19. 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.

Scott O'Dell

#20. Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight - how to get from shore to food and back again

Richard Bach

#21. Lines of gulls standing on glassy blue patches of wet sand.

Cathleen Schine

#22. One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls,
When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops.
He mocks the guinea, challenges
The crow, inciting various modes.
The sparrow requites one, without intent.

Wallace Stevens

#23. To count a few gulls makes the journey happy.
In the reedy bend, under the willow bank,
My wife and children smile with me.
The moment I fall asleep, wind and waves are quiet;
No glory, no disgrace, and not a single worry.

Wu Cheng'en

#24. The gulls who scorn perfection for the sake of travel go nowhere, slowly. Those who put aside travel for the sake of perfection go anywhere, instantly.

Richard Bach

#25. Sleep on your stone pillow, and let the gulls peck out your eyes while the crabs feast on your flesh. You've feasted on enough of them, you owe them.

George R R Martin

#26. Tired of the sea,
I need a tree that will hold my thoughts with birdsong;
not tides returning them along the shoreline to laughing gulls.

Basith

#27. It was in looking at sea gulls that it first occurred to Homer Wells that he was free.

John Irving

#28. Guernsey itself was overcrowded, but its cliffs were utterly empty. I spent a wonderful year with a friend, climbing them. It was sheer magic: you went from this pretty, busy village of an island to the sea cliffs and heard nothing but the gulls and the waves.

Simon Mawer

#29. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see.

Richard Bach

#30. On Sunday mornings, as the dawn burned into day, swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash, hovering and dropping in the cold clear light.

Edward Conlon

#31. Leaves like rusty tin
for the desolate mind that has seen the end-
the barest glimmerings.
Leaves aswirl with gulls
made wild by winter.

Giorgos Seferis

#32. In the tide pool I was riveted by fat pink sea stars sitting like satisfied gangsters and seemingly unconcerned by their exposure; gulls would peck at them but the sea stars simply grew replacement limbs.

Mary Ellen Hannibal

#33. I should like my house to be similar to that of the ocean wind, all quivering with gulls.

Rene Cazelles

#34. On rocky islands gulls woke.

Esther Forbes

#35. I woke up wanting to read a poem by that name,
and I found one with a lifeguard's chair,
a broken shell, gulls watching egrets,
home an ocean away.

Michael Broder

#36. A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.
Two gulls drift slowly up the river.
Vulnerable while they ride the wind,
they coast and glide with ease.
Dew is heavy on the grass below,
the spider's web is ready.
Heaven's ways include the human:
among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.

Du Fu

#37. Blind wantons like the gulls who scream
And rip the edge off any ideal or dream.

Louis MacNeice

#38. The wind was picking up off the ocean now and the whole coastal scene had a bleak, abandoned look, as though Maine in November really belonged to the ragged gulls who wheeled over the sun-worn pier, and the humans had just gotten the news and taken a powder.

Jonathan Lethem

#39. Strangers he gulls, but friends make fun of him.

Phaedrus

#40. It is never too late to go quietly to our lakes, rivers, oceans, even our small streams, and say to the sea gulls, the great blue herons, the bald eagles, the salmon, that we are sorry.

Brenda Peterson

#41. Grey morning dulled the bay. Banks of clouds, Howth just one more bank, rolled to sea, where other Howths grumbled to greet them. Swollen spumeless tide. Heads that bobbed like floating gulls and gulls that floating bobbed like heads. Two heads. At swim, two boys.

Jamie O'Neill

#42. See that day as I remember it. A day in June, River Severn rolling to the sea, diamonded with sunlight, gulls gliding over the quays on a mild breeze that lifted the Red Dragon standard over Camelot. A quiet enough day for the end of my world.

Parke Godwin

#43. Lenz tells Green how once he was at a Halloween party where a hydrocephalic woman wore a necklace made of dead gulls.

David Foster Wallace

#44. Towers, or float in lazy circles there like the nations of gulls

Anonymous

#45. Never had Safi seen so many furled sails. Or circling sea gulls.
Cursed birds.

Susan Dennard

#46. His vows of a moment before were forgotten, swept away in that great swift wind. Yet he felt guiltless, breaking the promises he had made himself. Such promises are only for the gulls that accept the ordinary. One who has touched excellence in his learning has no need of that kind of promise.

Richard Bach

#47. One of the things that made me want to be an actor more than ever was seeing a Chekhov play, "The Sea Gull," when was 14 in the Bronx.

Al Pacino

#48. Seeing is such a privilege. Who notices the way the screech of a gull looks, the look of a gale, the sight of some fragrance?

Keith Crown

#49. The only true law is that which leads to freedom,

Richard Bach