Quotes About Sea

Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and freeYe publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!

Writing is a luxury or, with luck, a rainbow of colors. It is my lifesaver when the water of the river or the sea tries to drag me under. When you want to die you fall in love with yourself, you look for something touching that will save you.

You were not gazing at the fallen leaves. You went away from all the following seasons, feeling immortal. You loved tattoos and salt. Mariner, with two oars you knew the sea like a garden...then, you were gone.

Those who have served the cause of the revolution have plowed the sea.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

I was afraid of the sea when I was a girl. Someone said it went on forever and that frightened me. I wondered why my parents had chosen to live at the beginning and the end of the world.

When a person is loved, they are granted the strength of all seas.

I want the sea to carry my unceasing love to their still bodies,

The sea is not less beautiful in our eyes because we know that sometimes ships are wrecked by it.

And I'm never, never sick at sea!What, never?No, never!What, never?Hardly ever!He's hardly ever sick at sea!Then give three cheers, and one cheer moreFor the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!

Come, friends, who plow the sea,Truce to navigation,Take another station;Let's vary piraceeWith a little burglaree.

It is, it is a glorious thingTo be a Pirate King.

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea. If he tries to climb out into the air as inexperienced people endeavor to do, he drowns.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

In Vineyard Haven, on Martha's Vineyard, mostly I love the soft collision here of harbor and shore, the subtly haunting briny quality that all small towns have when they are situated on the sea

Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.

I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony.

Like a river flows surely to the sea/Darling so it goes/Some things are meant to be/Take my hand, take my whole life too/For I can't help falling in love with you.

You have been hiding so long aimlessly drifting in the sea of my love Even so You have always been connected to me Connected, revealed in the known in the unmanifest I am life itself

Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.

Es wäre sehr leer ohne die junge Fremde, das Meer und das Gelände mit Dünen und Wind. [...]. Es wäre Sand wie auf Sylt (1949) und Meeresbläue wie bei Sperlonga (1962) und Erinnerung. Auch wenn er Lynn nicht anschaut: sie macht die Gegenwart, ihr Körper im andern Sessel.

Meditation PRAYER OF SAINT PATRICK I arise today Through the strength of heaven; Light of the sun, Splendor of fire, Speed of lightning, Swiftness of the wind, Depth of the sea, Stability of the earth, Firmness of the rock. I arise today Through God's strength to pilot me; God's might to uphold me, God's wisdom to guide me, I arise today Through the mighty strength Of the Lord of creation.1

The crumbs blow free down the pointless sea To the beat of a cakey heart And the sensitive steel of the knife can feel That love is a race apart In the speed of the lingering light are blown The crumbs to the hake above, And the tropical air vibrates to the drone Of a cake in the throes of love.