Quotes About Sea

A mist lay on the sea, very white but thinning here and there so the water beneath could be seen looking like green milk.

What frightened me was the logic of the world; in it lay the foretaste of something incalculably powerful. Its mechanism was incomprehensible, and I could not possibly remain closeted in that windowless, bone-chilling room. Though outside lay the sea of irrationality, it was far more agreeable to swim in its waters until presently I drowned.

I can never forget the indescribably crafty shadow that passed over Flatfish's face as he laughed at me, his neck drawn in. It resembled contempt, yet it was different: if the world, like the sea, had depths of a thousand fathoms, this was the kind of weird shadows which might be found hovering here and there at the bottom. It was a laugh that enabled me to catch a glimpse of the very nadir of adult life.

Irrationality. I found the thought faintly pleasurable. Or rather, I felt at ease with it. What frightened me was the logic of the world; in it lay the foretaste of something incalculably powerful. Its mechanism was incomprehensible, and I could not possibly remain closeted in that windowless, bone-chilling room. Though outside lay the sea of irrationality, it was far more agreeable to swim in its waters until presently I drowned.

Cette nuit-là nous nous précipitâmes dans la mer à Kamakura. Tsune-ko dénoua sa ceinture, la plia et la posa sur un rocher. J'enlevai mon manteau, le plaçai à côté et nous nous jetâmes ensemble dans la mer. Tsune-ko mourut. Moi seul fut sauvé.

Irrationality. I found the thought faintly pleasurable. Or rather, I feel at ease with it. What frightened me was the logic of the world; in it lay the foretaste of something incalculably powerful. Its mechanism was incomprehensible, and I could not possibly remain closeted in that windowless, bone-chilling room. Though outside lay the sea of irrationality, it was far more agreeable to swim in its water until presently, I drowned.

The next morning was peaceful and clear. The sea was calm. White smoke from the volcano on Oshima, just above the horizon, drifted up into the sky. Never mind. I hate describing scenery.

Como ves, yo puedo ir y venir del fondo del mar a tierra firme cuando quiera, lo que me permite observar y comparar ambos modos de vida, y te aseguro que vuestra vida en tierra firme es agobiante. Hay demasiadas críticas de unos hacia otros. Las conversaciones de la gente que vive en tierra consisten o bien en hablar mal de los demás, o bien en hacer propaganda de las bondades de uno mismo. Acaba uno harto.

Snagging her sou'wester off the hook by the

In music, in the sea, in a flower, in a leaf, in an act of kindness... I see what people call God in all these things.

Una scienza incapace di spaventare è una scienza inutile. Noi biologi del mare avremmo bisogno di un poeta per raccontare cosa succede là sotto e per accendere la nostalgia di quando il mare era ancora il mare.

Noi siamo sul bordo sud del Mare del Nord, tu sul bordo nord del Mare del Sud

I listened and let it soothe me, that ceaseless ebb and flow, the crash of the breaking waves, the grating sigh of its retreat. It was like lying on the chest of somebody who loves you, somebody you know you can trust—though the sea loves nobody and can never be trusted. I was immediately aware of a new desire, to be part of it, to dissolve into it: the sea that feels nothing and can never be hurt.

She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.

On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.

My brother William is a fisherman, and he tells me that when he is in the middle of a fog-bound sea the water is a color for which there is no name.

Drama is to life what ships are to the sea. A means to traverse it. To plumb its depths, breadth and beauty.

The Laconian peninsula lay weightlessly along the eastern horizon and, slightly more substantial, the outline of Elaphonisi—Stag-Island—loomed between us. Wraithlike on the Lybian Sea which expanded southwards far beyond the divider-point capes of Malea and Matapan, hovered Cythera once again, and beyond it, hardly discernible, Anticythera, the last stepping stone to the two stormy western capes of Crete.

Something—he wondered later if it was simply his youth—something that had weighed upon him until that moment broke off him, the way a piece of rock slides slowly into the sea and disappears in a spray of foam.

Y recuerda, hay tres cosas que todo hombre sabio debe temer: la tormenta en el mar, las noches sin luna y la ira de un hombre amable.

Todo hombre sabio teme tres cosas: una tormenta en el mar, las noches sin luna y la ira un hombre amable

She sits by her window. She sips at her tea. She waits for her love, To return from the sea. Her suitors come calling. She watches the tides, And all the while Violet bides.

I have heard what poets write about women. They rhyme and rhapsodize and lie. I have watched old sailors on the shore stare mutely at the slow-rolling swell of the sea. I have watched old soldiers with their hearts like leather grow teary-eyed at their king's colours stretched against the wind.

Remember: there are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man." The sailor passed us and hit the