Quotes About Sea

There is nothing quite so good as burial at sea. It is simple, tidy, and not very incriminating.

God is a sea of infinite substance.

The floor had become a sea and the bed a ship, seen from a great distance. I could hear their voices calling me from far away. It lasted a minute or less. Maybe I dreamed it. Maybe I did not. It was an image that came to haunt me, and I have often wondered what would have happened if I had done as I was told and left the silver shoes alone. Would everything then have been alright?

Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.

The Ancient Mariner would not have taken so well if it had been called The Old Sailor.

The queen of night, whose large command Rules all the sea, and half the land

The United States would be a more willing container of China, but in the mid-1990s it is unclear how far it will go to contest an assertion of Chinese control over the South China Sea.

Christ all the seasons of the year, is dropping sweetness; if I had vessels I might fill them, but my old riven, holey, and running-out dish, even when I am at the well, can bring little away. Nothing but glory will make tight and fast our leaking and rifty30 vessels . . . How little of the sea can a child carry in his hand; as little do I take away of my great sea, my boundless and running-over Christ Jesus. Sure

Christ all the seasons of the year, is dropping sweetness; if I had vessels I might fill them, but my old riven, holey, and running-out dish, even when I am at the well, can bring little away. Nothing but glory will make tight and fast our leaking and rifty30 vessels . . . How little of the sea can a child carry in his hand; as little do I take away of my great sea, my boundless and running-over Christ Jesus.

Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,The furrow followed free;We were the first that ever burstInto that silent sea.

The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out:At one stride comes the dark;With far-heard whisper o'er the seaOff shot the specter bark.

O Wedding Guest! This soul hath beenAlone on a wide wide sea:So lonely 'twas, that God himselfScarce seemèd there to be.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.

As sometimes at sunset the rosyfingered moon surpasses all the stars. And her light stretches over salt sea equally and flowerdeep fields.

And her light stretches over salt sea equally and flowerdeep fields.

Maria didn't fear the sea but, as taught by her father, she respected its power. In her experience the ocean had no intent to drown travellers.

A flock of small birds took off from the wall of the fort. They moved like a length of dark silk caught by the breeze as they headed out to sea. Behind them, the sky was the colour of forget-me-nots. The sun blazed.

Pain Waves are the sea's white daughters, And raindrops the children of rain, But why for my shimmering body Have I a mother like Pain? Night is the mother of stars, And wind the mother of foam— The world is brimming with beauty, But I must stay at home.

V. Night Song At Amafi I asked the heaven of stars What I should give my love– It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishers go– It answered me with silence, Silence below. Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song– But how can I give silence My whole life long?

Behind them, in the distance, the island of Olaku looked as if it had been swallowed in mist and foam. It was the spirits, she knew, churning up the sea, but it felt as if her island had been erased, smudged out of existence like a smear of paint on a canvas.

Once upon a time we were all born, popped out like jelly rolls forgetting our fishdom, the pleasuring seas, the country of comfort, spanked into the oxygens of death.

Surfers are the canaries down the mine. Those of us who surf spend more time than anyone soaking in whatever the sea has become. We're suspended in consequences, you might say.

He wrongly accuses Neptune, who makes shipwreck a second time.