Quotes About Sea

I come from the ocean with songs of the sea No lesson for learning, just play upon me Now go make your music in lands near and far Orion protects you wherever you are

Reality is, you know, the tip of an iceberg of irrationality that we've managed to drag ourselves up onto for a few panting moments before we slip back into the sea of the unreal.

Love is like fishing. There are millions of them in the sea and it's easy to catch a fish. But it's hard to catch one that is truly a keeper.

If Bacchus ever had a color he could claim for his own, it should surely be the shade of tannin on drunken lips, of John Keat's 'purple-stained mouth', or perhaps even of Homer's dangerously wine-dark sea.

Mount Olympus. This ever-changing sea. The tankers. The fishing vessels. I know you think I can't see them, but I could once. I know they are there, I still have them in my mind's eye, and I always will have. And it's not just what you are looking at, is it? Just close your eyes

No one asks poor people if they want war. Nor had anyone asked these poor people if they wanted to die of thirst and exposure on the coastal sea, or if they wanted to be robbed and raped by their own soldiers.

Doing good to the devil is like planting a seed in the sea.

Just because anyone can pilot a ship in the sea doesn't always mean that they also know how to swim in it.

One night I went for a walk by the sea along the empty shore. It was not gay, but neither was it sad; it was- beautiful. The deep blue sky was flicked with clouds of a blue deeper than the fundamental blue of intense cobalt, and others of a clearer blue, like the blue whiteness of the Milky Way. On the blue depth the stars were sparkling, greenish, yellow, white, rose, brighter, flashing more like jewels than they do even in Paris. The sea was a very deep ultramarine.

Het hart van de mens lijkt erg veel op de zee, het kent zijn stormen, het kent zijn getijden en in zijn diepten liggen ook parels.

El corazón del hombre es muy parecido al mar, tiene sus tormentas, tiene sus mareas y en sus profundidades también tiene sus perlas

Los pescadores saben que el mar es peligroso y la tormenta, terrible. Pero eso no les impide hacerse a la mar

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

Woman is as elemental as the sea, and at times equally terrible in her power.' he murmured. 'Man resorts to brute force in order to subdue her subtle cruelty, for he is constantly aware of the forces which can overcome his strength and drown his will to a mere incoherent murmur in the silken hollow of a fragile white shoulder. Be wise in your power, pequena. It can bring you happiness or despair.

Go gather by the humming sea Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell. And to its lips thy story tell, And they thy comforters will be. Rewording in melodious guile Thy fretful words a little while, Till they shall singing fade in ruth And die a pearly brotherhood; For words alone are certain good: Sing, then, for this is also sooth. -from "The Song of the Happy Shepherd

And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all disheveled wandering stars.

Go gather by the humming sea Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell, And to its lips thy story tell.

The Merrow, of if you write it in the Irish, Moruadh or Murúghach, from muir, sea, and oigh, a maid, is not uncommon, they say, on the wilder coasts. The fishermen do not like to see them, for it always means coming gales.

Il mare è in effetti quel barbarico stato di indistinzione e disordine da cui è emersa la civiltà e nel quale è sempre possibile che essa ricada, ove non venga salvata dagli sforzi degli dèi e degli uomini. (Gl'irati flutti)

Utterance" Sitting over words Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing Not far Like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark The echo of everything that has ever Been spoken Still spinning its one syllable Between the earth and silence

Trust, is the stone thrown into the sea, sinking deep in all its murkiness, unable to see what it once lived and believed to be a promise.

As to hanging, it is no great hardship. For were it not for that, every cowardly fellow would turn pirate and so unfit the sea, that men of courage must starve.

I wouldn't mind to go to New Mexico with you. To California with you. But mainly to New Jersey, to see the sea where you grew up.