“I think we all look for clues that we are not utterly alone... Clues we find in literature and paintings and music and even someone’s eyes; clues that demonstrate that someone else has felt the same indescribable feelings, seen the same things or passed by the spot even if it was by candlelight three hundred years ago. It means everything, like finding footprints in the sand of a deserted island.” IfsThinkingYearsLooksMeanFeelingsEyeThreeLiteratureFeltPaintingFindingsHundredYears AgoSpotsIslandsSandClueFootprintDesertedIndescribableCandlelightDeserted IslandFootprints In The Sand Book:Losing Julia Source: Losing Julia
“Like other systems in decay, the Roman Empire continued to function for several generations after its vitality was sapped. For nearly a hundred years our Island was one of the scenes of conflict between a dying civilisation and lusty, famishing barbarism.” YearsGenerationsDyingSceneConflictHundredFunctionIslandsEmpiresDecayVitalityCivilisationRoman EmpireBarbarism Book:Churchill's History of the English-speaking Peoples Source: Churchill's History of the English-speaking Peoples
“For four hundred years the blacks of Haiti had yearned for peace. for three hundred years the island was spoken of as a paradise of riches and pleasures, but that was in reference to the whites to whom the spirit of the land gave welcome. Haiti has meant split blood and tears for blacks.” YearsSpiritThreePleasureRaceFourBloodLandTearsHundredRichesWelcomeIslandsParadiseSplitsHaiti Author:Zora Neale Hurston
“In the vast archipelago of the east, where Borneo and Java and Sumatra lie, and the Molucca Islands, and the Philippines, the sea is often fanned only by the land and sea breezes, and is like a smooth bed, on which these islands seem to sleep in bliss,--islands in which the spice and perfume gardens of the world are embowered, and where the bird of paradise has its home, and the golden pheasant, and a hundred others of brilliant plumage, whose flight is among thickets so luxuriant, and scenery so picturesque, that European strangers find there the fairy land of their youthful dreams.” WorldHomeDreamSeemsLyingSleepSeaLandBedBirdHundredGardenStrangerEastBrilliantGoldenFlightBlissIslandsParadiseFairySmoothPerfumeBreezeSpicesSceneryPhilippinesJavaPicturesqueThicketsLand And SeaSea BreezePheasantsBorneo Author:Frederick Marryat