Seashell Quotes

“The grotto itself comprises its own slick universe, and inside this universe spin countless galaxies: here, in the upturned half of a single mussel shell, lives a barnacle and a tiny spindle shell occupied by a still smaller hermit crab. And on the shell of the crab? A yet smaller barnacle. And on that barnacle?”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I'd always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear.”
― Cisneros Sandra

“In each life, there come moments that feel as though they are a seashell from centuries ago caught and preserved in stone. All that is beautiful is there in full detail. And we are allowed to marvel as though time isn’t slipping away from us, as though it will always be here, in our hands.
That’s how Helen felt as she cradled the newborn in her arms and looked down at his tiny sleeping face.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

“Everything was pale grey stone, vaguely pearlescent, like a shell Alice might pick up by the sea and spend several long moments gazing at before deciding to keep or toss. The inside of a purple mussel, perhaps, fascinating in its silveriness that might have been the beginning of a gem- or just a stain from the mud in which it lived.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“If you want to hear the distant voice of the ocean put your ear to the lips of a seashell.

If you want to hear the voice of God place your ear upon the chest of any living being.

If you want to be awakened from slumbering through life, place your ear up to the core of a corpse because the voice of honesty can clearly be heard there and the fingers of such a ribcage love to pinch dreamers into action.

But if you want to hear the voice that directs your personal pilgrimage, you must find a way to keep your ear glued to your body’s fragile shell.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones, Giants At Play: Finding Wisdom, Courage, And Acceptance To Encounter Your Destiny

“Never venture and risk a seashell for a pearl; conversely, one can choose and select it in an open field, without risk.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“the smear of red
on the seashell lining
of your skin is belle poésie”
― Avijeet Das

“There was a tiny dance of melody in the air, her Seashell was tamped in her ear again and she was listening to far people in far places, her eyes wide and staring at the fantoms of blackness above her in the ceiling.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Returning to bed, Rachel strokes Zachariah's black curls as he drifts into sleep and appreciates the shape and fractal geometry there, the self-similarity and infinity of scale. She breathes in at his scalp, then presses her ear to his, listening for the clamour of voices within, to the long line of fighting men who made him, his head a seashell. There is a template for the fighting man. Rachel listens across three times nine countries, as the fairy-tale saying goes, across three times nine countries in the thirtieth tsardom . . .”
― Emma Richler, Be My Wolff

“Seashells were money before coin, jewelry before gems, art before canvas.”
― Cynthia Barnett, The Sound of the Sea: Seashells and the Fate of the Oceans