Quotes About Sea

From my tears of happiness I have became a mountain of strength surrounded by a sea of Joy.

A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, he said, for he will be going out on a day he shouldn't. But we do be afraid of the sea, and we do only be drownded now and again.

They're all gone now, and there isn't anything more the sea can do to me.

No man can comfort our souls in this pandemic the way God can. His comfort is unshakable. It is the comfort of a great, high Rock in the stormy sea. It comes from his word, the Bible.

the sea showed that it can be a deadly enemy and that those who go to sea for pleasure must do so in the full knowledge that they may encounter dangers of the highest order.

Wherever men are noble, they love bright colour; and wherever they can live healthily, bright colour is given them—in sky, sea, flowers, and living creatures.

They don't take the Bible as a general thing, sailors don't; though I will say that I never saw the man at sea who didn't give it the credit of being an uncommon good yarn. ("Kentucky's Ghost")

Sunday was like Monday. If you wanted to live on the sea, that was how you lived, and it was a good life. But nothing changed, and you didn't know how many years had passed until it came to you that you were tired at the end of the day, and that was the only way you knew you were old. (The Queen of the Ivsira)

Like the winds of the sea are the winds of fate As we voyage along through life, Tis the set of the soul That decides its goal And not the calm or the strife.

Moon and Sea You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest When your fond eyes smile near in perigee. But when that loving face is turned from me, Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear, And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear. You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.

Before. Yes, before, I sailed my little boat on a placid sea of ignorance. Was I blissful? Oh my, yes. Before the truth floated like jetsam towards me, fouling my rudder . . .

Il mare turchese costituisce un orizzonte che esalta i contorni e le tinte di ogni altro elemento del paesaggio [...] Il mare ospita altri colori per cui nessuno ha un nome.

Why did people do it? Why this herd curiosity about a street, a house, windows, doors? He was a public servant, the Inspector mused, but there were times when he would enjoy loading all the rubbernecks onto barges and towing them out to sea to be served, with ceremony, to sharks.

she fell asleep listening to the call of the river as it rushed to the sea.

She had the sea in her blood, and sometimes, if she lay very still at night, with one ear pressed into the mattress, she could even hear the sound of waves. If that wasn't the sign that the sea was in her blood, what could it be?

If the waves were to start thinking, they would believe that they are moving forward, that they have a purpose, that they are working for the good of the sea, and they wouldn't fail to work out a philosophy as inane as their zeal.

If the waves began to reflect, they would suppose that they were advancing, that they had a goal, that they were making progress, that they were working for the Sea's good, and they would not fail to elaborate a philosophy as stupid as their zeal.

Sculîndu-m? din pat în toiul nopÅ£ii, primul meu gînd a fost s? m? arunc în mare din înaltul falezei. Dar noaptea era perfect?, ireproÅŸabil?; pur ÅŸi simplu m-a f?cut fericit.

De ce s? mai pui probleme, s? arunci lumini sau s? accepÅ£i umbre? N-ar fi mai bine s?-mi îngrop lacrimile într-un nisip la marginea m?rii, în cea mai deplin? singur?tate? Dar n-am plîns niciodat?, fiindc? lacrimile s-au transformat în gînduri. Åži nu sînt gîndurile acestea tot atîta de amare ca lacrimile?

His mind was like the sea itself: troubled, and too deep for the bravest man's descent, throwing up now and again, for the naked eye to wonder at, treasure and debris long forgotten on the bottom—bones and jewels, fantastic shells, jelly that had once been flesh, pearls that had once been eyes. And he was at the mercy of this sea, hanging there with darkness all around him.

Passion is terrifying, it can rock you, change you, bring your head under, as when a wind rises from the bottom of the sea, and you're out there in the craft of your mortality, alone.

The Thames shouldered its way past Blackfriars Bridge, impatient with the ancient piers, no longer the passive stream that slid past Chelsea Marina, but a rush of ugly water that had scented the open sea and was ready to make a run for it.

Everyday life cannot be cast in heroic mould. No doubt there seems, at any rate at first sight, no room left in this scheme of life for that longing after the infinite which expands the mind and soul. But what is there to prevent me from launching on that boundless sea our familiar craft?

Nelle città senza mare, chissà a cosa si rivolge la gente per ritrovare il proprio equilibrio? Forse alla luna. Però se la si confronta con il mare, risulta talmente lontana e piccola, da sembrare, in un certo qual modo, indifesa.