Seals Quotes

“To protest about bullfighting in Spain, the eating of dogs in South Korea, or the slaughter of baby seals in Canada while continuing to eat eggs from hens who have spent their lives crammed into cages, or veal from calves who have been deprived of their mothers, their proper diet, and the freedom to lie down with their legs extended, is like denouncing apartheid in South Africa while asking your neighbors not to sell their houses to blacks.”
― Peter Singer, Animal Liberation

“The seals stupidly dive off rocks into swirling black water, barking mindlessly. The zookeepers feed them dead fish. A crowd gathers around the tank, mostly adults, a few accompanied by children. On the seals' tank a plaque warns: COINS CAN KILL——IF SWALLOWED, COINS CAN LODGE IN AN ANIMAL'S STOMACH AND CAUSE ULCERS, INFECTIONS AND DEATH. DO NOT THROW COINS IN THE POOL. So what do I do? Toss a handful of change into the tank when none of the zookeepers are watching. It's not the seals I hate——it's the audience's enjoyment of them that bothers me.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“Antarctica. You know, that giant continent at the bottom of the earth that’s ruled by penguins and seals.”
― C.B. Cook, Twinepathy

“Pain was their body's way of telling them that they'd pushed themselves to their limits -- which was exactly where they were supposed to be.”
― Richard Marcinko, Rogue Warrior

“There is no honor in sending men to die for something you won't even fight for yourself”
― Mark Owen, No Easy Day: The Firsthand Account of the Mission That Killed Osama Bin Laden

“[Or perhaps my friends should have realized that they shouldn't have left behind the FRICKING REASON FOR THEIR PROTEST!
And that thought just cracked me up.]
It was like my friends had walked over the backs of baby seals in order to get to the beach where they could protest against the slaughter of baby seals.”
― Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

“Javier opened her makeup kit, held it edge to edge with the dressing table, and swept everything--every vial, brush, tube, and bottle--into the kit with his forearm.
Laura gaped at him. "That stuff is worth hundreds of dollars."
He shrugged, then shut the kit. "That's how SEALs pack makeup.”
― Pamela Clare, Striking Distance

“Doc was collecting marine animals in the Great Tide Pool on the tip of the Peninsula. It is a fabulous place: when the tide is in, a wave-churned basin, creamy with foam, whipped by the combers that roll in from the whistling buoy on the reef. But when the tide goes out the little water world becomes quiet and lovely. The sea is very clear and the bottom becomes fantastic with hurrying, fighting, feeding, breeding animals. Crabs rush from frond to frond of the waving algae. Starfish squat over mussels and limpets, attach their million little suckers and then slowly lift with incredible power until the prey is broken from the rock. And then the starfish stomach comes out and envelops its food. Orange and speckled and fluted nudibranchs slide gracefully over the rocks, their skirts waving like the dresses of Spanish dancers. And black eels poke their heads out of crevices and wait for prey. The snapping shrimps with their trigger claws pop loudly. The lovely, colored world is glassed over. Hermit crabs like frantic children scamper on the bottom sand. And now one, finding an empty snail shell he likes better than his own, creeps out, exposing his soft body to the enemy for a moment, and then pops into the new shell. A wave breaks over the barrier, and churns the glassy water for a moment and mixes bubbles into the pool, and then it clears and is tranquil and lovely and murderous again. Here a crab tears a leg from his brother. The anemones expand like soft and brilliant flowers, inviting any tired and perplexed animal to lie for a moment in their arms, and when some small crab or little tide-pool Johnnie accepts the green and purple invitation, the petals whip in, the stinging cells shoot tiny narcotic needles into the prey and it grows weak and perhaps sleepy while the searing caustic digestive acids melt its body down.
Then the creeping murderer, the octopus, steals out, slowly, softly, moving like a gray mist, pretending now to be a bit of weed, now a rock, now a lump of decaying meat while its evil goat eyes watch coldly. It oozes and flows toward a feeding crab, and as it comes close its yellow eyes burn and its body turns rosy with the pulsing color of anticipation and rage. Then suddenly it runs lightly on the tips of its arms, as ferociously as a charging cat. It leaps savagely on the crab, there is a puff of black fluid, and the struggling mass is obscured in the sepia cloud while the octopus murders the crab. On the exposed rocks out of water, the barnacles bubble behind their closed doors and the limpets dry out. And down to the rocks come the black flies to eat anything they can find. The sharp smell of iodine from the algae, and the lime smell of calcareous bodies and the smell of powerful protean, smell of sperm and ova fill the air. On the exposed rocks the starfish emit semen and eggs from between their rays. The smells of life and richness, of death and digestion, of decay and birth, burden the air. And salt spray blows in from the barrier where the ocean waits for its rising-tide strength to permit it back into the Great Tide Pool again. And on the reef the whistling buoy bellows like a sad and patient bull.”
― John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

“This country has not seen and probably will never know the true level of sacrifice of our veterans. As a civilian I owe an unpayable debt to all our military. Going forward let’s not send our servicemen and women off to war or conflict zones unless it is overwhelmingly justifiable and on moral high ground. The men of WWII were the greatest generation, perhaps Korea the forgotten, Vietnam the trampled, Cold War unsung and Iraqi Freedom and Afghanistan vets underestimated. Every generation has proved itself to be worthy to stand up to the precedent of the greatest generation. Going back to the Revolution American soldiers have been the best in the world. Let’s all take a remembrance for all veterans who served or are serving, peace time or wartime and gone or still with us. 11/11/16 May God Bless America and All Veterans.”
― Thomas M Smith

“Why must we climb away to the seal-less parts of the world?”
― Margo Lanagan, The Brides of Rollrock Island

“wup-wup-wup" - Pil and Popo”
― H.R. Willaston, Nine Days

“I need me some wolf loving.”
― Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf In Too Deep

“He groaned a little and pulled his mouth free, pressing it against her forehead, then her cheeks.
"I was going to start a fire ---"
He smiled down at her. "You did.”
― Terry Spear, SEAL Wolf In Too Deep

“Seals do not sit about and tell, the way people do, and their lives are not eventful in the way people's are, lines of story combed again and again, in the hope that they will yield more sense with every stroke.”
― Margo Lanagan

“The ocean there was bitterly cold, with an average visibility of eighteen inches, and a huge elephant seal rookery at the shore. Through the winter thousands of the rotund pinnipeds lay strewn across Pine Cove beaches like great barking turds, and although not dangerous in themselves, they were the dietary mainstay of the great white shark, which had evolved over 120 million years into the perfect excuse for never entering water over one’s ankles.”
― Christopher Moore, The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror

“Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.”
― Brad Thor, Use of Force

“He'd never met a woman who blushed as much as she did. He didn't know anyone could blush as much as she did.
It fascinated him.”
― Megan Crane, SEAL's Honor

“In the Celtic Druidic tradition, whole clans and families are reputed to have descended from the union of humans and seals. They include: Clan MacCodrum ("of the Seals") from North Uist in the Outer Hebrides; the Coneelys, Cregans and Hennessys from Ireland; the O'Sullivans of County Kerry; and the MacNamaras, whose name means "Sons of the Sea-Hound (i.e. seal)".”
― Yowann Byghan, Sacred and Mythological Animals: A Worldwide Taxonomy

“Orlagh waits for us in a choppy ocean, accompanied by her daughter and a pod of knights mounted on seals and sharks and all manner of sharp-toothed sea creatures. She herself sit on an orca and is dressed as though ready for battle. Her skin is covered in shiny silvery scales that seem both to be metallic and to have grown from her skin. A helmet of bone and teeth hides her hair.

Nicasia is beside her, on a shark. She has no tail today, her long legs covered in armour of shell.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“YIPPIE THE TITTY GOD HAS ANSWERED MY PRAYERS”
― SEAL MODE (whosmaelo)

“The boy took the plump furry cherub into his arms. The cuddly white coat was softer than any feathers. He stroked the pup and felt Its tickly whiskers. Tears gather in its dark eyes.”
― George Loh, Sailor's Choice

“The head, in contrast to the rest of the body, is so small that it appears as if someone made a mistake while putting the animal together. The face of the Weddell seal is one of the most benevolent in the animal world. Its muzzle is short, giving it the appearance of a juvenile, and its mouth always seems to have the hint of a smile.”
― Gerald L. Kooyman, Weddell seal, consummate diver

“Late that evening, as we wheeled the chamber with its ominous, low rumble down the long hospital corridor, we passed two interns chatting in the hallway. To my surprise they took no notice of us, the chamber, or the seal. I still have not decided whether this was because interns are so intensely involved in medical matters or are frequently half asleep.”
― Gerald L. Kooyman, Weddell seal, consummate diver

“So how many Weddell seals are there? At present, only God knows[...].”
― Gerald L. Kooyman, Weddell seal, consummate diver

“Exactly what occurred that day can never be known, only the results. Of the soldiers, not a single man or woman returned to give any account. The seals were placed safely...”
― Robert Jordan, The Strike at Shayol Ghul

“I’m neither a Democrat nor a Republican, but an American. -- Rob O'Neil”
― Robert O'Neill, The Way Forward: Master Life's Toughest Battles and Create Your Lasting Legacy

“Now, there’s danger in remaining too calm, in building up resistance to fear. The problem with not being afraid anymore is that you get complacent. You let your guard down. You get lazy. Mistakes creep in. And it doesn’t matter what line of work you’re in; mistakes can be lethal. Complacency kills.”
― Robert O'Neill, The Way Forward: Master Life's Toughest Battles and Create Your Lasting Legacy

“In his Close Quarter Defense School training, Duane Dieter tells the platoon SEALs, “The truth of combat is; to fight is to risk death.”
― Dick Couch, The Warrior Elite: The Forging of SEAL Class 228