A Quote by Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

Two lives that once part are as ships that divide. — © Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide.
Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports.
Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet.
It would drive a person crazy to dope out really what does divide the two parties. Prosperity don't divide the two parties, for under either administration the poor get poorer and the rich get richer.
We used two Princess Cruise ships. The Island Princess and The Pacific Princess. They were identical ships.
There are silver ships There are gold ships, But there are no ships Like friendships.
We rest here while we can, but we hear the ocean calling in our dreams, And we know by the morning, the wind will fill our sails to test the seams, The calm is on the water and part of us would linger by the shore, For ships are safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.
Sometimes the warrior feels as if he were living two lives at once. 'There is a bridge that links what I do with what I would like to do,' he thinks. Slowly, his dreams take over his everyday life, and then he realises that he is ready for the thing he always wanted. Then all that is needed is a little daring, and his two lives become one.
The soul has two parts, one rational and the other irrational. Let us now similarly divide the rational part, and let it be assumed that there are two rational faculties, one whereby we contemplate those things whose first principles are invariable, and one whereby we contemplate those things which admit of variation.
The Battle for the Philippines was the greatest naval battle in history, judged in terms of the number of ships taking part, the number of ships sunk, and the importance of its outcome. It included every form of naval warfare of the 20th century: gunnery duels between battleships; destroyer battles at night and by day, as ferocious and sustained as any at the Battle of Jutland; submarines that stalked the depths; sinking many ships; and finally, carrier warfare on a scale never dreamed of even by the most ardent enthusiasts of air warfare at sea.
The Brits are escorting their ships, and we will escort our ships, and I assume other countries will escort their ships.
At the end only two things really matter to a man, regardless of who he is; and they are the affection and understanding of his family. Anything and everything else he creates are insubstantial; they are ships given over to the mercy of the winds and tides of prejudice. but the family is an everlasting anchorage, a quiet harbor where a man's ships can be left to swing to the moorings of pride and loyalty.
I've had two lives. The golfing part... the younger generation sort of heard about me but maybe didn't realize I wasn't too bad at times. Then the announcing part.
His foreparents came to America in immigrant ships. My foreparents came to America in slave ships. But whatever the original ships, we are both in the same boat tonight.
Two human beings anchored to one another are like two ships shaken by waves; their carcases collide with one another and creak.
Put two ships in the open sea, without wind or tide, and, at last, they will come together. Throw two planets into space, and they will fall one on the other. Place two enemies in the midst of a crowd, and they will inevitably meet; it is a fatality, a question of time; that is all.
Sometimes the Warrior feels as if he were living two lives at once.
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