Quotes About Sea

Make no mistake about it, I do not harbor ill will. My ship of ill will rides boldly across a sea of anger in glorious billowing full sail. "Forgiveness can bring peace.

Within the ring there lies an O, Within the O there looks an eye, In the eye there swims a sea, And in the sea reflected sky, And in the sky there shines the sun, Within the sun a bird of gold.

The sky is the sea glittering with minnows caught in the nets of the rain, a flute at dusk is a lover's tongue in the ear, an eye is a talon, a cinder, a star.

Becky walked to the sea late in the day, trod barefoot among the tumbled blocks of stone that lined the foreshore, smelling the old harsh smell of salt, hearing the water slap and chuckle while from high above came the endless sinister trickling of the cliffs. Into her consciousness stole, maybe for the first time, the sense of loneliness; an oppression born of the gentle miles of summer water, the tall blackness of the headlands, the fingers of the stone ledges pushing out into the sea.

I love Poseidon. His trident - his weapon - is really cool.

Light is a particle and a wave. This is hard to understand, how a thing can be two things at once. But a woman is also both a particle and a wave. She's a wave when you see her reach down to pull a shell from the sea, and you feel her beauty pass through you like electrical current. She's a particle when her hair brushes your face, and her hands push into yours

when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.

Total absorption in poetry is one of the finest things in existence—It should not make you feel guilty. Everyone is absorbed in something.The sailor is absorbed in the sea. Poetry is the mediation of life.

There was nothing left to say, and we all headed in our different directions, keeping our fears bottled up inside us. Airborne, nothing frightened me. But the idea of crash-landing on the sea, water filling us, made my stomach churn. The Aurora was my home, and I couldn't bear the thought of abandoning her to the waves.

This is the summit of contemplation, and no art can touch it Blue, so blue, the far-out archipelago and the sea shimmering, shimmering No art can touch it, the mind can only try to become attuned to it To become quiet, and space itself out, to become open and still, unworlded Knowing itself in the diamond country, in the ultimate unlettered light. A High Blue Day on Scalpay

O joy not yet begun But only about to be, O sweet invisible unceasing wave Following me, following me, Through the sea-like grave!

Leaping from that other darkness Come two circles of flame-- When the pressure of your lips Made of my eyes Two suns Embracing the world with light ... It was a darkness As rich with strong wonder As the depths of the sea, And you were upon me Like great sea-gardens And great waves ...

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

You'll not find another place, you'll not find another sea.This city is going to follow you.

Many people may want some change from a containing pattern of life; but the freedom gained by travel (urged by the "run away to sea" poster), is no substitute for a true inner liberation.

Cuidado com as ilusões, mocinha, profundas e enganosas feito o mar que é teu elemento.

All of the Cyclades are numinous islands, but Delos lies like a poem in the sea. She washed and cradled the archpoet Apollo and first took him for god.

my soul is sore I leave my mountain home walk the long roads to the sea no-one remembers me except the dead no-one remembers the dead… no-one remembers the dead except the dead no-one remembers me walk the long roads to the sea I leave my mountain home my soul is sore

I have seen the sea lashed into fury and tossed into spray, and its grandeur moves the soul of the dullest man; but I remember that it is not the billows, but the calm level of the sea, from which all heights and depths are measured." As

I am looking forward enormously to getting back to the sea again, where the overstimulated psyche can recover in the presence of that infinite peace and spaciousness.

Many convicts were bewildered by the first days of the voyage to Australia. Most had never seen the open sea until they boarded the convict ship, and few had travelled in a ship. And now, by sentence of the courts, they were about to begin one of the longest voyages any traveller could make.

Beautiful isle of the sea, Smile on the brow of the waters.

Time, like the sea, unties all knots.

I am beginning to ramble. It is evening. The sea is golden, speckled with white points of light, lapping with a sort of mechanical self-satisfaction under a pale green sky. How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.