Quotes About Sea

La isla, por si usted no lo sabe, tiene corales y está bañada en luz, y el mar a ratos, cansado del azul se hace esmeralda, para recordarle a quien no lo quiere creer que el verde en Colombia llega hasta allí.

So I shall just imagine myself for a fortnight or so at one side of the fireplace of a country cottage, with a sympathetic soul opposite me. And I shall go on talking, in a low voice while the sea sounds in the distance and overhead the great black flood of wind polishes the bright stars.

The cave smelt of the sea, but it was not a cheerful seaside smell. It reeked as if the sea were something old and evil. This sea licked the flesh off shipwrecks, leaving the bare wooden bones in the lightless deep. Its mermaids were green-skinned and squid-eyed with long, hooked fingers and breath that smelt of old fish.

Aside from what it teaches you, there is simply the indescribable degree of peace that can be achieved on a sailing vessel at sea. I guess a combination of hard work and the seemingly infinite expanse of the sea - the profound solitude - that does it for me.

We are like a restless sea, finding a little peace here and a little pleasure there, but nothing permanent and satisfying. So the search continues!

But he sleeps on the top of his mast with his eyes closed tight. The gull inquired into his dream, which was, "I must not fall. The spangled sea below wants me to fall. It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all."

A crash ran through the universe; the bounds of Destiny were broken. The bounds of Destiny crashed direful, and the swelling sea Burst from its bonds in whirlpools fierce, and roaring with human voice.

It hits me that this kind of thinking is in alignment with the traditional adaptiveness of the sea nomads: that we should teach ourselves how to live with water, not how to keep it at bay.

As we age we begin to grasp at youthful bliss like a life raft in a sea of harsh reality.

A poet who equates his soul with the fourfold metaphor of night, death, the mother, and the sea is thinking figuratively as fiercely as did the Hermeticists and the Kabbalists.

Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.

The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground

This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.

The silence lent a faint weight to the air. As though I were sitting alone, at the bottom of the sea.

Das Fräulein stand am Meere Und seufzte lang und bang, Es rührte sie so sehre Der Sonnenuntergang. Mein Fräulein! sein Sie munter, Das ist ein altes Stück; Hier vorne geht sie unter Und kehrt von hinten zurück.

She loves the sun and the sea. She is her happiest there.

When I wrote the song, I had the sea near Bombay in mind. We stayed at a hotel by the sea, and the fishermen come up at five in the morning and they were all chanting. And we went on the beach and we got chased by a mad dog - big as a donkey.

A 150 foot yacht quickly becomes very small when you are out to sea and someone goes bonkers, for whatever reason.

From the sea came a boat with some Israeli commando soldiers who took me by the commando boat to the yacht and put me on the yacht. In the yacht I asked people, who are you. And they said we are Israelis, French and British.

We lived within two hundred yards of the sea, and its voice was in our ears night and day.

I simply think that water is the image of time, and every New Year's Eve, in somewhat pagan fashion, I try to find myself near water, preferably near a sea or an ocean, to watch the emergence of a new helping, a new cupful of time from it.

The Mediterranean is in my DNA. I'm fine inland for about a week, but then I yearn for a limitless view of the sea, for the colours and smells of the Italian and French Riviera.

My father was a sea captain, so was his father, and his father before him, and all my uncles. My mother's people all followed the sea. I suppose that if I had been born a few years earlier, I would have had my own ship.

In Mumbai, the air is saltier. The sea is roilier. The traffic is snarlier. The pinks are pinker. The ostentation is crazier.