Quotes About Sea

You must then know the sea, and know that you know it, and not forget that it was made to be sailed over.

There are no poetry enshrined freighters on the sea now. It is a prosy life when we have no time to bid one another good morning.

The sea was confused and treacherous. In such a time as this the old fisherman prayed, 'Remember Lord, my ship is small and thy sea is so wide.

For I must wander On the deep sea bed Showering pearls on dead men Gathering shells And sweeping the shadows of passing boats With my falling hair Across the sliding sands into the mouth of hell

That day, that day when I can gaze at the sea--both of us calm--and I, trusting, having poured my whole heart into my Life Work....when death--black waves!--no longer courts me and I can smile, constantly, at everything because, my bones, there will be so little of myself left to give it.

This one has love for you, Eliz-a-beth," he murmured. "Since I took you from the sea, we were bound together." He pulled back, and his eyes sought hers. "Be you content, ki-te-hi, truly?

I looked at his eyes. I was thinking: they are bluer than the sea. But then the sea is not blue at all, is it?

All the early stages took place in water: the origin of life; the birth of animals, the evolution of nervous systems and brains, and the appearance of complex bodies that makes brains worth having [...] When animals did crawl onto dry land, they took the sea with them. All the basic activities of life occur in water-filled cells bounded by membranes, tiny containers whose insides are remnants of the sea.

No era un hombre romántico, o al menos no creía serlo. Pero el momento se había convertido en un poema; el viento susurraba los versos mientras el mar subía y bajaba en misterioso ritmo. Y si el mundo bajo sus pies se había convertido en un soneto, entonces ella era algo sublime" - Andrew

Both me and my wife's extended family all live within a 50-mile radius. Like me, a lot of them did time in London then started drifting back to the countryside and the sea. Perhaps it's a homing instinct.

We were hot, the sea was one long wave to be ridden in, our skins were dark, and time even stopped now and then and let things shimmer since time, too, is affected by beauty and will stop sometimes for a moment.

Sunrise swept out to sea, a sea of her own tears. "Hey," Jacaranda said, acting as though it were "only a movie," a sound in her voice of carefree girlish abandon

Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea.

The Sea of Glass I looked and saw a sea roofed over with rainbows, In the midst of each two lovers met and departed; Then the sky was full of faces with gold glories behind them

Mary Fisher lives in a High Tower, on the edge of the sea: she writes a great deal about the nature of love. She tells lies.

Duerme, vuela, reposa: ¡También se muere el mar!

Caracola" They've bought me a shell. It sings inside a sea on a map. My heart fills up with water with a little fish shadow & silver. They've brought me a shell.

Agua,dónde vas? Riyendo voy por el río a las orillas del mar. Mar,adónde vas? Río arriba voy buscando fuente donde descansar. Chopo, y tú,qué harás? No quiero decirte nada. Yo,temblar! Qué deseo, qué no deseo, por el río y por la mar!!

Me he perdido muchas veces por el mar con el oído lleno de flores recién cortadas, con la lengua llena de amor y de agonía.

As I lose myself in the heart of certain children, I have lost myself in the sea many times. Ignorant of the water I go seeking a death full of light to consume me. — Federico García Lorca, from "Gacela De La Huida (Garcela Of The Flight)," The Selected Poems of Federico García Lorca . Trans. Stephen Spender and J. L. Gili. (New Directions; unknown edition May 17, 2005) Originally published December 3rd 1915.

He conjures up the lemon groves of slumbrous Málaga, his lament carries hints of sea salt. Like Homer he sang blind. His voice had something of sea without light. . ." (. . .Evoca los limonares de Málaga la dormida, y hay en su llanto dejos de sal marina. Como Homero, cantó ciego. Su voz tenía algo de mar sin luz. . ." -- Federico García Lorca, Selected Poems (Puffin Modern Classics)

Mi casa era como un mar de aguas verdosas que nunca tenían grandes cóleras. Nosotros navegábamos por ellas como piratas pobres que tienen poco ánimo para conquistar ningún botín.

homens sao da terra, e nao do mar

Cousa é essa de que ninguem se deve de espantar, porque nunca tal vimos senão ficarem pela maior parto sepultados no mar os que muito labutão no mar, e por isso, amigos meus, o melhor e mais certo é fazer contn da terra, e trabalhar na terra, já que Deos foi servido de nos fazer de terra.