Quotes About Sea

Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear

Lady Audley's clear blue eyes dilated as she fixed them suddenly on the young barrister. The wintry sunlight, gleaming full upon her face from a side window, lit up the azure of those beautiful eyes, till their color seemed to flicker and tremble betwixt blue and green, as the opal tints of the sea change upon a summer's day. The small brush fell from her hand, and blotted out the peasant's face under a widening circle of crimson lake.

Drown'd, all drown'd, "In that great sea which nothing disembogues.

Come all you young fellows who live by the sea, Kiss a fair maiden and then follow me. Hoist up the sail and the anchor aweigh, And run with the wind out through Balifor Bay.

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. (Psalm 46:1-3)

I Go Down To The Shore I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.

I think there is only one. Oh, there are gods everywhere, in the hollow hills, in the wind and the sea, in the very grass we walk on and the air we breathe, and in the bloodstained shadows where men like Belasius wait for them. But I believe there must be one who is God Himself, like the great sea, and all the rest of us, small gods and men and all, like rivers, we all come to Him in the end.

Wenn man erst einmal weiß, Weiß man auch, daß man weiß, Und wüßte lieber nicht. Aber zu spät. Schon weiß man, daß auch Die Hoffnung nie wieder, Nie wieder einkehrt, nie wieder; Sondern quer übers Meer, ade, Denen zusegelt, die Noch nicht wissen, Noch etwa wissen, Daß es etwas Zu wissen Gibt.

What You Need… One only needs an island alone and lost at sea. One only needs one person, but this to have is key.

A rough sea!Stretched out over SadoThe Milky Way.

Inviting the wind to carry Salt waves of the sea, The pine tree of Shiogoshi Trickles all night long Shiny drops of moonlight.

The sky, like the sea, can anchor us. It says: hey, it's okay, there is something bigger than your life that you are part of, and it's – literally – cosmic.

I craved knowledge. I craved facts. I searched for them like lifebuoys in the sea. But statistics are tricky things.

I had been to sea before, but being at sea no longer felt like being at sea. The progress of humanity seemed to be measured in the distance we placed between ourselves and nature. We could now be in the middle of the Atlantic, on a steam ship such as the Etruria, and feel as if we were sitting in a restaurant in Mayfair.

And then there were fish. And some of the fish thought long and hard and decided the sea was a bit limiting. It was okay, but there weren't any bananas in the sea, and they were beginning to fancy a banana.

If we demand the future be free from suffering in order to be happy, we can't be happy. It is like demanding the sea be entirely still before we sail on it.

The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.

Yes: in the sea of life enisl'd, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.

Come, dear children, let us away;Down and away below!Now my brothers call from the bay,Now the great winds shoreward blow,Now the salt tides seaward flow;Now the wild white horses play,Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.

The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits--on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand . . .

THE THOUGHTS that rain their steady glow Like stars on life's cold sea, Which others know, or say they know — They never shone for me.   Thoughts light, like gleams, my spirit's sky,   5 But they will not remain. They light me once, they hurry by, And never come again.

My fortune seemed to obvious to be predicting. Finn's fortune would have been more interesting; I couldn't imagine how he would be anything but sixteen, anywhere but in that hut by the sea, his face and limbs any more or less graceful than they were now. It was like imagining a future for Peter Pan.

There are only two options for a ship: Either to sail to the sea and fight with the waves or rot in a port! The same is valid for the man!

I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am; Maelström of passions in that hidden sea Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me; And in small compass the dark waters cram. - I, While the Gods Laugh, the World's Vortex Am