Quotes About Sea

There were two lofty ships, from old England they set sail,Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we!…Cruising down along the shores of High Barbaree!

what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads. It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen.

When lightning strikes at sea, why don't all the fish die?

They cross the Channel at midnight. There are twelve and they are named for songs: Stardust and Stormy Weather and In the Mood and Pistol-Packin' Mama. The sea glides along far below, spattered with the countless chevrons of whitecaps. Soon enough, the navigators can discern the low moonlit lumps of islands ranged along the horizon.

A dozen pigeons roosting on the cathedral spire cataract down its length and wheel out over the sea.

Fog on the sea, fog in the streets, fog in the mind.

Someone -- likely madame -- opens a window, and the bright air of the sea washes onto the landing, stirring everything: Etienne's curtains, his papers, his dust, Marie-Laure's longing for her father.

When lightning strikes the sea, why don't all the fish die?

Swifts, flushed from chimneys, catch fire and swoop like blown sparks out over the ramparts and extinguish themselves in the sea.

in a moment of disorientation, he feels that he's looking not up but down, as though a spotlight has been shined into a wedge of bloodshot water, and the sky has become the sea, and the airplanes are hungry fish, harrying their prey in the dark.

Four years of occupation, and the roar of oncoming bombers is the roar of what? Deliverance? Extirpation? The clack-clack of small-arms fire. The gravelly snare drums of flak. A dozen pigeons roosting on the cathedral spire cataract down its length and wheel out over the sea.

In stormy light, its granite glows blue. At the highest tides, the sea creeps into basements at the very center of town. At the lowest tides, the barnacled ribs of a thousand shipwrecks stick out above the sea.

At daybreak, as he looked out over the sea, his gaze was met by ships that had been set on fire

Menodorus, with an experienced eye for the unpredictable Mediterranean weather, sailed out to sea, where he rode out the storm;

His humiliating double defeat at sea not only signaled the ruin of his hopes to eliminate Sextus Pompeius

Let's get divers into the river and into the sea." She gestured at the photographs. And we need to search here … the farm, the hills, everything!

And as for that house of his, you know he spent five million quid building it? How he got planning permission right on the edge of the sea, and his own private pillbox, is anyone's guess.

You see what I mean?" Jerry said. Tom had his back to the buildings. He was looking at the sea. "Anyone fancy a swim?" he asked. "Yeah." Jerry nodded slowly. "You bring any trunks?" "No." "It doesn't matter. We can swim in our underpants." "I'm not wearing underpants." Jerry glanced at his brother. "Charming!

The King of Prussia is innately a bad neighbor, but the English will also always be bad neighbors to France, and the sea has never prevented them from doing her great mischief.

I give the name of cosmic sense to the more or less confused affinity that binds us psychologically to the All which envelops us. The existence of this feeling is indubitable, and apparently as old as the beginning of thought... The cosmic sense must have been born as soon as man found himself facing the forest, the sea and the stars.

Puberty for a girl is like floating down a broadening river into an open sea.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

There is the churning and the boiling of the sea, and the foam on top of it and that is what man is, churning and foam together.

In Cyprus, our house was right on the beach. I could walk out of our front door, cross a road, and there was the sea.