Quotes About The Hebrides

#1. Of all the queer sources of romance, ours lay in the discovery that each was an addict of Boswell's Life of Johnson. H.E.G. had a first edition of the Journey to the Hebrides, which I coveted mightily. Why not acquire the book honorably, marry the man, and have it around the house?

Beatrice Fairfax

#2. When I go back to Gombe it's to be in that timeless world where it's soft and where life is entwined and you actually see the pattern of nature. I always feel this great spiritual power which I believe is around.

Jane Goodall

#3. In the New Hebrides, any dancer making a mistake was assaulted, wounded, and possibly killed by bowmen posted to keep careful watch for inaccuracies in rituals.

Jamake Highwater

#4. What happens in the life of Christ happens always and everywhere. In the Christian archetype all lives of this kind are prefigured.

Carl Jung

#5. My uncle was skipper on the old Claymore sailing out from Oban to the Inner Hebrides. My father worked for MacBraynes all his life, on freight boats and then on ferries crossing to Skye, Barra, Uist, the small isles and Iona.

Johann Lamont

#6. A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard ... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

William Wordsworth

#7. Listen, Dundy, it's been a long time since I burst into tears because a policeman didn't like me.

Dashiell Hammett

#8. I think that at the supper I neither receive flesh nor blood, but bread and wine; which bread when it is broken, and the wine when it is drunken, put me in remembrance how that for my sins the body of Christ was broken, and his blood shed on the cross.

Jane Grey

#9. But we shall not know the world by looking at it; we know it by looking at the hovering fly.

Allen Tate

#10. I'm a bit of a feminist and very "female empowerment," and women should be able to do what they please.

Laura Vandervoort

#11. Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls,
Boils round the naked, melancholy isles
Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge
Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.

Charlotte Bronte