A Quote by Tim Lebbon

Voyaging great distances -- through forests, from island to island, across plains and into the mountains -- is all about finding ourselves. — © Tim Lebbon
Voyaging great distances -- through forests, from island to island, across plains and into the mountains -- is all about finding ourselves.
The fairy tale journey may look like an outward trek across plains and mountains, through castles and forests, but the actual movement is inward, into the lands of the soul.
When the ship is sinking and you're forced to choose sides, the new solution is to jump from island to island to island. You don't have to pick.
...you have to leave the island in order to see the island, that we can't see ourselves unless we become free of ourselves, Unless we escape from ourselves you mean, No, that's not the same thing.
Every great group is an island... but an island with a bridge to the mainland.
Harbour Island in the Bahamas is a wonderful little island with beautiful beaches, a great restaurant culture and friendly, welcoming atmosphere.
On 'Redneck Island,' a show I love, there was a lot of drama and storylines going on because someone's always voted off the island through process of elimination.
To be fair, there was one season a couple of years ago when I really got into 'Love Island.' My partner was super into it. It was an absolutely fascinating, in-depth look of humanity through the guys of 'Love Island.'
I once absent-mindedly ordered Three Mile Island dressing in a restaurant and, with great presence of mind, they brought Thousand Island Dressing and a bottle of chili sauce.
I live on a lonely culinary island, built on (very thin) bedrock consisting of things I know, or believe, my family will eat. It is a small island. Fortunately, nachos are on that island with me, and nothing gets my family fired up like nachos for lunch.
Land! An island! We devoured it greedily with our eyes and woke the others, who tumbled out drowsily and stared in all directions as if they thought our bow was about to run on to a beach. Screaming seabirds formed a bridge across the sky in the direction of the distant island, which stood out sharper against the horizon as the red background widened and turned gold with the approach of the sun and the full daylight.
... and over that side of the island all their sacred men were at work trying to kill me by their (magical) arts. Messengers arrived from every quarter of the island, inquiring anxiously about my health, and wondering if I was not feeling sick.
This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.
California is an island, and New York's an island. Maybe it's time for me to change islands.
The city of Cork - the urban center, where all the shops and bars and everything are - is actually an island, a river island.
Burn the boats as you enter the island and you will take the island.
In a sense, each of us is an island. In another sense, however, we are all one. For though islands appear separate, and may even be situated at great distances from one another, they are only extrusions of the same planet, Earth.
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