Quotes About Sea

One existence, one music, one organism, one life, one God: star-fire and rock-strength, the sea's cold flow And man's dark soul.

You may not know this, but the cold-water stress that the haenyeo endure is greater than for any other human group in the world.

Every woman who enters the sea carries a coffin on her back," she warned the gathering. "In this world, in the undersea world, we tow the burdens of a hard life. We are crossing between life and death every day.

You can love your mother, and she still might leave you. You can love or hate the sea, but it will always be there. Forever. The sea has been the center of her life. It has nurtured her and stolen from her, but it has never left.

My mother had died in the sea, but we could never forget that it gave us life.

On land, you will be a mother. In the sea, you can be a grieving widow. Your tears will be added to the oceans of salty tears that wash in great waves across our planet. This I know. If you try to live, you can live on well.

The sea, it is said, is like a mother. The salt water, the pulse and surges of the current, the magnified beat of your heart, and the muffled sounds reverberating through the water together recall the womb.

Outside, the moon is a thin, luminous scrape and the stars throb weakly above the sea.

It's as if the sea sucked away her past and left her empty.

My own children grew up with a Newfoundland dog named TOsh. It is true that Newfoundlands smell of the sea. They also smell of slobber, dog food, and whatever they have rolled in most recently" (Lowry, 2016, p. 140).

The sea is still and deep; All things within its bosom sleep; A single step and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more.

Toldees, Mondath, Arizim, these are the Inner Lands, the lands whose sentinels upon their borders do not behold the sea. Beyond them to the east there lies a desert, for ever untroubled by man: all yellow it is, and spotted with shadows of stones, and Death is in it, like a leopard lying in the sun.

And you and I shall in a garden meet again upon an afternoon in summer when the sun stands midway between zenith and the sea, where we met oft before. For Fate and Chance play but one game together with every move the same, and they play it oft to while eternity away.

Tell me something wonderful, he said to Dane. Tell me that we are going to die dreamfully and loved in our sleep. You're always writing one of your plays on the phone, said Dane. I said, something wonderful. Say something about springtime. It is sloppy and wet. It is a beast from the sea. Ah, said Harry.

The half-forgotten island of Cephallonia rises improvidently and inadvisedly from the Ionian Sea; it is an island so immense in antiquity that the very rocks themselves exhale nostalgia and the red earth lies stupefied not only by the sun, but by the impossible weight of memory.

Or was it simply that something deep inside me still longed for the sea, something inherited, something only half held, some unnamed yearning? What man truly understands his motives?

As boys going to sea immediately become nautical in speech, walk as if they already had their sea legs on, and shiver their timbers on all possible occasions, so I turned military at once, called my dinner my rations, saluted all new comers, and ordered a dress parade that very afternoon.

He continued to slip into depressions that he couldn't shake, and his triumphs seemed only to deepen his gloom. The sea alone would lighten his mood.

He will go to sea, where there are no emperor, no wars.

but had forgotten all their names. A light burnt over the door. He went up the path, sea-pebbles crunching

The Irish move to the sound of the guns like salmon to the sea

Where are the fish, though? In the sea they say, in the boats we pray, said Dan, quoting a fisherman's proverb.

You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old, Or your head will be sunk by your heels; And summer gales and Killer Whales Are bad for baby seals. Are bad for baby seals, dear rat, As bad as bad can be; But splash and grow strong, And you can't be wrong. Child of the Open Sea!

Grampie's boat was a little double-ender, a model not built nowadays. She was narrow, so that she pitched and rolled something wicked in almost any sea. He could handle her, but he said she was probably the boat Christ got out of and walked away from on the water.