Quotes About Sea

The sun is touching every door and making wonder of the wheat. The first wine is pink in colour, is sweet with the sweetness of a child, the second wine is able-bodied, strong like the voice of a sailor, the third wine is a topaz, is a poppy and a fire in one. My house has both the sea and the earth, my woman has great eyes the colour of wild hazelnut, when night comes down, the sea puts on a dress of white and green...

Erizo El Erizo es el sol del mar, centrifugo y anaranjado, lleno de puas como llamas, hecho de huevos y de yodo. El Erizo es como el mundo: redondo, fragil, escondido: humedo, secreto, y hostil: el Erizo es como el amor.

Jaiva La Jaiva color de violeta acecha en un rincon del mar: sus tenazas son dos enigmas: su apetito es un agujero. Luego agoniza su armadura en la sopera del infierno y ahora no es mas que una rosa: la rosa roja comestible.

Quiero saber, hermanos míos, dije en la Unión de Pescadores, si todos se aman como yo. La verdad es - me contestaron - que nosotros pescamos peces y tú te pescas a ti mismo y luego vuelves a pescarte y a tirarte al mar otra vez.

Juntos tú y yo, amor mío, sellamos el silencio, mientras destruye el mar sus constantes estatuas y derrumba sus torres de arrebato y blancura, porque en la trama de estos tejidos invisibles del agua desbocada, de la incesante arena, sostenemos la única y acosada ternura.

Tenías que cambiar de corazón y de mirada después de haber tocado la profunda zona de mar que te entregó mi pecho

Nunca solo, contigo, tierra Contigo el mar, la vida, cuanto soy, cuanto doy y cuanto canto, esta materia amor, la tierra, el mar, el pan, la vida

Even in memory, I am terrified by those solitudes! When foul weather is unleashed in that part of the world, the rain seems kin to the devil; the waters of the river and the sea and sky couple, bellowing. A forsaken land where even letters arrive wilted, withered by distances, where hearts petrify and are altered. from "A Dead Man's Name

Long pedal of sea and wine and snow ... with a belt of black and white foam [Description of Chile] Canto General.

Yo que viví en un puerto desde donde te amaba. La soledad cruzada de sueño y de silencio. Acorralado entre el mar y la tristeza. Callado, delirante, entre dos gondoleros inmóviles.

So long as the soul of man is encased in one, two, or three body-containers, sealed tightly with the corks of ignorance and desires, he cannot merge with the sea of Spirit.

knew how to walk in a great city and I did not. Outlander, visitor, I could smell the sea as I entered the lobby of Savannah's apartment, the old familiar scent of the Eastern seaboard roaring up the Avenues. The antique elevator, the size and shape of a coffin, wheezed and groaned its way to the sixth floor. I set my luggage on the marble floor and tried twelve keys before I discovered the four

The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. They climbed into it, left land behind, and floated out to sea.

A dry belt located along the fringes of the Sahara is called Sahel (Sahil) by the Mande people who live there. Sahel means "shore" in Arabic, and the region is like the shoreline of the desert sea.

An Italian woman came out of the house, wiping her hands on her apron. 'Mr Greenleaf?' Tom asked hopefully. The woman gave him a long, smiling answer in Italian and pointed downward toward the sea. 'Jew,' she seemed to keep saying. 'Jew.

She had begun to bake to have her eyes looking at a bowl, a flour bin, an oven, a fire, a face, anything but water. Her hands shaped loaves like scallop shells, like moon shells, like starfish; she ate them as if she ate the sea, to make it part of her, to transform bone to shell and lose herself in it, eyeless, thoughtless, wrapped in memories and anchored on some hoary rock against the currents of the deep.

You were crying. It's a terrible thing, loving the sea. Yes, she whispered, her eyes straying to it. Waves gathered and broke invisibly in the dark, reaching toward her, pulling back. They were never silent, they never spoke.

At 11:00 a.m. the launch puts me ashore and I walk up on the ridge overlooking the sea. Even Nature in her harsher aspects in the tropics soothes and heals. I stand and loiter long on the breezy ridge and look north upon the great blue crescent of the sea. I have but one thought, and am glad to be alone with it on the hills. — JOHN BURROUGHS AMERICAN NATURALIST

Langdon] thought about all the religions of the world, about their shared origins, about the earliest gods of the sun, moon, sea and wind. Nature was once the core. For all of us.' - p. 456

They had fallen onto a section of the glacier that had already begun its inevitable plunge to the sea.

Ávila was one of those fortunate Mediterranean men for whom aging seemed to be more an asset than a liability. Over the years, his stiff black stubble had softened to a distinguished salt-and-pepper beard, his fiery dark eyes had relaxed to a serene confidence, and his taut olive skin was now sun-drenched and creased, giving him the aura of a man permanently squinting out to sea.

I pictured the sea as calm and motionless, no land to be seen in any direction. I have made a mistake, I thought. I need another chance. If I could only start over, I thought.

God is our refuge and strength, and ever-prethent help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountainth fall into the heart of the sea, though its waterth roar and foam and the mountains quake with their thurging.

kilometers of open sea and the equator. The next land we see then is the northwest coast of Aquila, the so-called Beak. Animals. To call this conveyance a "passenger dirigible" is an exercise in creative semantics.