Quotes About Sea

I felt adrift, anchorless in a running sea. This is now my home.

She heard the silkies singing, there upon the rocks, one, and two, and three of them, and she saw from her tower, one and two, and three of them, and so she came down, and went to the sea, and so under it, to live wi' the silkies.

It flattened and began to drift out over the sea, the ashes of the dead slaves fleeing on the wind, back toward Africa.

THE PIGEONS ON the roof of the boardinghouse made a purling noise, like the sea coming in on a pebbled shore, rolling tiny rounded rocks in the surf.

Kirken ligger helt i enden av muren, like ved havet. Den heter … Joanet prøvde å komme på det. – Den heter Santa Clara. – Det er jo heller ikke jomfruen. – Nei, men det er en kvinne. Moren din er nok sammen med henne. Kanskje er hun sammen med en mann som ikke er faren din?

the tides are the moon and sea keeping their own promises, and that's that. A promise involves a thing that can't be measured, which is trust and I can't speak for rain and the sea and moon, but I can ask why people keep their promises, and maybe the answer in the end is love.

And I believe the Russian people will soon be drawn to the south, to the sea and the sun.

Cold has a thousand ways of moving in the world: on the sea it gallops like a troop of horses, on the countryside it falls like a swarm of locusts, in the cities like a knife-blade it slashes the streets and penetrates the chinks of unheated houses.

It's like adoring the open sea, the clash of elemental forces, the overpowering scale of water and sky, the sleek majesty of sloops, the billow of sail and pull of line—and wanting to study and pay homage to it all by building a model of a favorite boat—and then deciding to do it inside a bottle.

Life is like sea-water; it never gets quite sweet until it is drawn up into heaven.

People's bodies sticky with olive oil as they stand on an overcrowded beach looking at the gutter-like sea... [a] black spectacle [that] appears cruel and rather "accidental." [on his series "Accident 10: Sombre (Black) Sunday"]

Imagine that after reaching an atmospheric concentration of 450 ppm sometime in the next decade, we immediately stop all carbon dioxide emissions. By the year 3000, neither atmospheric concentrations of carbon dioxide nor global mean surface temperature would have returned to their pre-industrial baselines, and sea levels would still be rising.

The power of a woman was different, he decided: sly, fearless, changeable as the moods of the sea, but he knew instinctively that that was the power against which his own would be measured.

The car rolled slowly along the deserted corniche, headlights cleaving its way through Beirut by night. In gentle swerves to avoid potholes, the Mercedes waltzed along a straight road in a dance of death. Sick palm trees and parched grass divided the tarred road of civilization. The sea alone was testimony to God's beautiful creation. But in its belly, corpses, limbs, garbage, and ordnance mingled with a sea life on the verge of extinction.

he had a strong premonition that ship had already sailed, been set on fire by pirates and sunk into the sea.

And what, Majesty, did you ask for?" "A noble and gallant sea officer. . . An honorable warrior." Her mouth tightened. "A hero." "Well then, allow me to pretend," he murmured, his fingers inches from those tempting breasts. "But you're a pirate!" "And a good one, too," he added, grinning wolfishly and letting his fingertips slide beneath her shirt.

Would your life as an admiral's wife be as bad as all that? He said you could go to sea with him. He said you could always stay near him. He said you could have all the freedom you wanted. His only wish is that you give up the pirating. And given that he's an admiral, that's really not such an unreasonable request . . . is it?

His deep voice broke the spell. "So, what do you suggest I do, ladies?" He stared out to sea, knowing very well what he would do. But he wanted to involve these two youngsters, win them over to his side. Draw the enemy in. Drag them over to your camp, until their commander finds herself alone and unsupported . . . vulnerable.

Traveling to Negril and staying at either The Caves or the Rock House is a must. They both have amazing views and your bungalow is on its very own terrace looking out to sea.

First in France, first in Romania - by land and sea to the English and Paris. Marvellous deeds by that great alliance. The violent brute will lose Lorraine.

The North Sea can be a pretty violent place.

I've spent a lot of very happy times in Edinburgh as a result of playing virtually every festival since 1996. It's also a beautiful city in its own right, is walkable, within sight of the sea and mountains - and was too far north for the Luftwaffe to have done any damage, hence the spectacularly beautiful architecture.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

The virtues are lost in self-interest as rivers are lost in the sea.