Quotes About Sea

Knowledge is an island surrounded by a sea of mystery.

This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.

Chiefly the sea-shore has been the point of departure to knowledge, as to commerce. The most advanced nations are always those who navigate the most.

I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.

Although nothing has yet come out of the sea, from the ruined village figures have emerged and headed for the Tower.

Books as a salve to the boredom of TV? No, because the bookmark just began to separate one sea of unread words from another.

Oh! it is better to live on the sea and let other men raise your crops and cook your meals. A house smells of smoke, a ship smells of frolic. From a house you see a sooty roof, from a ship you see Valhalla.

Iceland is a little country far north in the cold sea.

Take another," Mal said. "And close your eyes." Mary obeyed. Malcolm's breath was warm as he leaned to her. "It rests in its cask in the heart of the Highlands, overlooking the sea. Ye can taste the sea winds, can't ye? The crisp air, the openness of the world." Mary wasn't certain she could taste all that in this drop, but she tasted something. Mellow, strong, like Malcolm would be when he aged.

Once upon always and never again, in an ancient city by the sea, three sisters worked by candlelight.

The love of the sea folk is my strength. That was it. The answer she needed. It had been there all along. She heard Thalassa's voice now: A ruler's greatest power comes from her heart—from the love she bears her subjects, and the love they bear her. Vr?ja's: Nothing is more powerful than love. And Elena's: Love's the greatest magic of all.

Eddie had never noticed how much of his own speech derived from the sea, from "keeled over" to "learning the ropes" to "catching the drift" to "freeloader" to "gripe" to "brace up" to "taken aback" to "leeway" to "low profile" to "the bitter end," or the very last link on a chain.

True power is expressed in quiet confidence; it was the sea's very calmness that epitomised its mighty force.

I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him.

In all the lonely landscape round I see no sight and hear no sound Except the wind that far away Comes sighing over the heathy sea

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

Hope' is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all — And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard — And sore must be the storm — That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm — I've heard it in the chillest land — And on the strangest Sea — Yet — never — in Extremity, It asked a crumb — of me.

You must let me go first, Sue, because I live in the Sea always and know the Road. I would have drowned twice to save you sinking, dear, If I could only have covered your Eyes so you wouldn't have seen the Water.

I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.

On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar— Where the storm is o'er? In the peaceful west Many the sails at rest— The anchors fast— Thither I pilot thee— Land Ho! Eternity! Ashore at last!

There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared with that profounder site That polar privacy A soul admitted to itself – Finite infinity.