Quotes About Sea

She ran her hands over her body as if to bid it good-bye. The hipbones rising from a shrunken stomach were razor-sharp. Would they be lost in a sea of fat? She counted her ribs bone by bone. Where would they go?

I have a hobby. I have the world's largest collection of sea shells. I keep it scattered on beaches all over the world. Maybe you've seen some of it.

Every road I walked would take me down to the sea With every broken promise in my sack And every love would always send the ship of my heart Over the rolling sea

We are part of the sea, aren't we? How long have we lived here, breathed in its scent, eaten the produce soaked in its salt? Think how we used to play in it as children.

How could she have felt afraid of the sea? It had demonstrated its power because it was the primal form of all female power; she had always been kin to it. Now, it called to her.

I used to have terrible nightmares about Ellony. She would come to my window and slide through the glass like a mist. She came to steal my breath, an ugly, monstrous sea woman. Her skin was greeny-white and she had a mouth full of hooked fangs like a predator fish.

I'm a Palindrake," Varencienne said. "Your sea wife. I've earned that. Don't push me back into the enemy camp.

Wind blew strongly off the sea and seemed filled with whispering voices.

It was the sea that injured her. Why should its produce heal her?

The power is in the land and in our blood, but we have lost that special connection with the sea. It has been severed.

Pharinet longed only for the comfort of the sea, the sigh and hiss of waves upon the sand, but there were so many things Everna wanted her to do.

The sea dragons remained a tantalizing myth, and if they had risen from the deep to touch the hearts and minds of two young intiates, they had once again sunk into dreams

A shimmering blue sphere hung above the sea, illuminating the angry cresting waves. Daniel peered at it, feeling that he'd evoked it, although the memory of doing so had vanished. It would be Ishtahar his goddess, bringing more puzzles to him, and obscure answers to his questions. He saw her again as a child, hovering with dripping feet above the water, encased in her own bubble of light.

A dull ache in her breast was the invading presence of her love for Valraven. She could not speak these words without thinking of him. He was the sea inside her.

The blue wave curves, topples slowly. I could banish the wave, banish the sea, destroy in a wink this island paradise, but something small grovels within me. I should like the sea to be a slick blue. I should very much like this pain to subside.

Maybe it is selfish of me to want the sea for myself, to want the waves rushing only for me, to want every word strung into jagged loops of poetry to flow from my only tongue, but the world has emptied me out ; what is more filling than the sea who continues to drown itself

The sea from Dunkirk to Dover during these days of the evacuation looked like any coastal road in England on a bank holiday. It was solid with shipping.

:Wait for me here?: :Until the moon crumbles into the sea, : Shadowmane whispered. Wareska laughed again. :Always so eloquently dramatic.:

Were my love the sky, it would be boundless.Were my love the sea, it would be ceaseless.Were my love the world, it would be limitless.Were my love the universe, it would be endless.

Falling in love is like falling from a high cliff into a warm silky sea, the falling is like flying and the landing is like a glimpse of the divine.

Being seasick at sea is not the same as being homesick at home.

night, in a moment of grace, we witnessed something otherworldly. It was after midnight. As I slept, I felt a sensation through my closed lids, as if someone had turned on the lights. I heard a gasp, and I opened my eyes to witness an utterly amazing sight. The entire sea was aglow.

the end, there is the sea and the land and the news that happens between them. To spread that news, we tell each other stories. Sometimes the stories are about survival. And sometimes those stories, like the presence of the Lord, are hard to believe. Unless believing is what makes them true.

In the end, there is the sea and the land and the news that happens between them. To spread that news, we tell each other stories. Sometimes the stories are about survival. And sometimes those stories, like the presence of the Lord, are hard to believe. Unless believing is what makes them true.