Gulls Quote by Glen Cook

“Around them, sky and air wove the ancient song of the meeting place of earth and sea—wave-rush on the shore, gulls mewing and sobbing.…

— Harper Fox

Devoutly the teachers point out huge fumigated domes; but beneath the statues there's no love, no love beneath the eyes set in crystal. Love…

— Federico Garcia Lorca

“A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky. Two gulls drift slowly up the river. Vulnerable while they ride the wind, they coast…

— Anonymous

“So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So…

— James Joyce

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like…

— John Masefield

“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…

— George R.R. Martin

“Lines of gulls standing on glassy blue patches of wet sand.”

— Cathleen Schine

First, a poem must be magical, then musical as a sea-gull and it must hold fire as well.

— Jose Garcia Villa

Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that a gull's life is so short, and with those gone from…

— Richard Bach

Alone in her shelter, she allowed herself tears. When her shelter cooled to the touch she called to Gull, “Coming out!” She eased her…

— Nora Roberts

“Gulls, aeroplaning above the chimney pots, were calling that he must talk to Laura about his plans. He needed no telling, for once in…

— Alan Sillitoe

“White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes.…

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

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

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…

— Wallace Stevens

“Here on the coast of Normandy, at this hour of the morning, I needed no one. The very gulls’ presence bothered me: I drove…

— Emil Cioran