Quotes About Sea

Nature forgot to shade him off, I think... A little too boisterous--like the sea. A little too vehement--like a bull who has made up his mind to consider every colour scarlet. But I grant a sledge-hammering sort of merit in him!

The beach was a desert of heaps of sea and stones tumbling wildly about, and the sea did what it liked, and what it liked was destruction.

The air among the houses was of so strong a piscatory flavour that one might have supposed sick fish went up to be dipped in it, as sick people went down to be dipped in the sea.

The remorseless sea of turbulently swaying shapes, voices of vengeance, and faces hardened in the furnaces of suffering until the touch of pity could make no mark on them.

Then, the sea fell, and the dying voice made another feeble effort, and then the sea rose high, and beat its life out, and lashed the roof, and surged among the arches, and pierced the heights of the great tower; and then the sea was dry, and all was still.

Refuge in any hiding-place from a sea too intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one great flaming jewel of fire.

XIX. An Opinion XX. A Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps XXII. The Sea Still

Reason has moons, but moons not hers Lie mirror'd on the sea, Confounding her astronomers, But, O! delighting me.

Go to any sea-port town and you will see that the Sea-captain who has retired upon his well-earned savings, sets up a weather-cock in full view from his windows, and watches the variations of the wind as duly as when he was at sea, though no longer with the same anxiety.

Like the fire drills, lifeboat drills had been suspended by Captain Wilmott because the captain insisted they "upset passengers." As a reminder of the potential cruelty of the sea, they were not in keeping with the balmy world of the pleasure cruise.

Acting Captain Warms was still unaware that at least one lifeboat had been launched without his authority and that passengers were jumping into the sea. The calmness which a few hours before had impressed the purser and First Officer Freeman was gone.

Human life is a voyage on a sea of meaning, not a net of information.

Letter 84 An elephant with his trunk raised is a ladder to the stars. A breaching whale is a ladder to the bottom of the sea. My photographs are a ladder to my dreams. These letters are ladders to you.

Spirit is Life It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea

Here, where sea Meets shore: The best of dancing floors.

But when a place has been an island the memory of water lingers, and of water magic, no matter how far away the sea may be, or how long ago it fell away. And

Another breeze, entering the room. Dawn wind. He would be going home soon. He would sit with her, and look out upon the sea. Morning was coming, the god's return. Almost time to rise and go to prayer. The bed was very soft. Almost time, but the darkness had not quite lifted, light still to come, he could linger a little with memory. It was necessary, it was allowed. End it with the ending of a night.

Crabs, crabs, crabs. Crabs the size of beach donkeys.

He lived for the sea and his one wish was that he would not die on dry land.

I am being killed by what keeps me from dying. And next the sea became very small no bigger than a bathtub. Rolling in pain crashed over and over again onto the edges of the world. Then a divinity fished her out.

I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.

Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither." William Wordsworth

Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide.

God! ... Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton . Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.