Quotes About Sea

Land is the secure ground of home, the sea is like life, the outside, the unknown.

Stone and sea are deep in life Two unalterable symbols of the world Permanence at rest And permanence in motion Participants in the power that remains

The Solent was one the worse stretches of sea in England; the current and tides were atrocious, but it was summer and this time the currents and tides were predictable. However, I did not know this; I picked a spot that I could see from the phone, where I would swim from.

Sometimes a choppy wave would swamp me, and after I rose gasping I would vomit the foul-tasting water, wiping the sea from my eyes and nostrils. Then I regained my posture to do battle, again with the Solent.

Although my swimming stroke became powerful, I wrestled with the waves and I considered that if I were on the same path of the ferry then I'd be sucked under by the boat and be drowned. The sea was insistent in the direction I swam, washed onwards and there was not a sight or sound of any boats or shipping.

Terry Tanaka wrapped a blanket around him as he entered the command center. "Diving in the sea like that—are you insane?" "Technically, Mac and I did spend three months together in a mental ward.

He swam at my feet, Powerful arms in broad strokes Sweeping the sand. So I asked this man, What seas do you swim? And to this he answered, 'I have seen shells and the like On this desert floor, So I swim this land's memory Thus honouring its past,' Is the journey far, queried I. 'I cannot say,' he replied, 'For I shall drown long before I am done.' Sayings of the Fool Thenys Bule" Steven Erikson - Malazan Book of the Fallen 02 Deadhouse Gates

Confined on the ship, from which there is no escape, the madman is delivered to the river with its thousand arms, the sea with it's thousand roads, to that great uncertainty external to everything.

It was as though she has found refuge inside a shell and the only sound she could hear was the sea of an inimical world.

I say, indeed: consolation in the nonsentience of nature. For nonsentience is consoling; the world of nonsentience is the world outside human life; it is eternity; it is the sea gone off with the sun (Rimbaud).

Un hombre que va por la orilla del mar agitando enloquecidamente con el brazo extendido un farol puede ser un loco. Pero si es de noche y entre las olas hay una barca perdida, ese mismo hombre es un salvador.

A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.

The waves of hatred-night can easily be dissolved in the sea of oneness-love.

Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.

When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.

They are orphans again, with no true home but each other and whatever life they can make together on the other side of the sea.

What are we before love? But thoughts floating upon a sea. Searching for a shore to explore, to gaze into infinity.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear. I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me! 7

the way in which he looked round for the approval of his cronies that he was showing off, so I put in a word to keep him going. Oh, Mr. Swales, you can't be serious. Surely these tombstones are not all wrong? Yabblins! There may be a poorish few not wrong, savin' where they make out the people too good, for there be folk that do think a balm-bowl be like the sea, if only it be their own. The whole thing be only lies. Now look you here. You come here a stranger

Maybe it's in that wind out over the sea that's bringin' with it loss and wreck, and sore distress, and sad hearts.

des nuages blancs, humides, qui prenaient des formes fantomatiques si lourdes, si froides, si menaçantes qu'il ne fallait pas un grand effort d'imagination pour penser que les esprits des marins morts en mer venaient toucher leurs frères en vie et plus d'un marin trembla en sentant l'envelopper des mains humides que semblait former le brouillard marin.

I am all in sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.