Quotes About Sea

She now understood the allure the sea held for Jeri. The freedom to leave your darkest shadows behind, and the hope that those shadows might drown before they could find you.

Hombre libre, siempre adorarás el mar! El mar es tu espejo; contemplas tu alma En el desarrollo infinito de su oleaje, Y tu espíritu no es un abismo menos amargo.

Vom roade-al nostru suflet în mut? convorbire Nainte s? d?m ochii cu marea Pl?zmuire

He fell off the table like a crab looking for the sea.

the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like eyes in the look of a dog, like a square of wax, like a fire taking city hall, the county, the continent, like fire taking the hair of maidens and monsters; and hawks buzzing in peach trees, the sea running between their claws, Time drunk and damp, everything burning, everything wet, everything fine.

And a cat never knows fear—finally—he only winds up into the spring of the sea and the rock, and even in a death-fight he does not think of anything except the majesty of darkness.

I got his ashes, she said, and I took them out to sea and I scattered his ashes and they didn't even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with green and blue pebbles…

I can hear cars on the freeway, it's like a distant sea sludged with people while over my other shoulder, far over on 7th street near Western is the hospital, that house of agony— sheets and bedpans and arms and heads and expirations; everything is so sweetly awful, so continuously and sweetly awful: the art of consummation: life eating life…

For Nature, which has peopled the land with rational souls, may not have left the sea altogether barren of them

Firewyrms (I refuse to dignify those things by calling them dragons; real dragons should be elegant reptilian predators, not sea slugs with wings that vomit acid).

She had been told over the years by pilots that the last words of most captains before their aircraft augured into the side of the mountain or broke apart before breaking the plane of the sea were these: MOTHER. MOMMY. MOM

More than anything, I think my connection to the sea has really helped me develop my independence and a sense of the importance and value of my own vision.

She had a fleeting sense of his God out there somewhere, like the sea itself, invisible and dangerous, a vastness wrapped in darkness, just a long fall away.

The evening breeze was strong and from the sea; the three ships moored offshore were nudged parallel, and the fires on the beach threw sparks away from the setting sun toward the black Florida cypress swamps. In the raised hut the pirates had built on a sandy rise just inland of the fires, Beth Hurwood peered out at the sky and the sea, and filled her lungs with the cool sea air, and prayed that the breeze would hold until dawn.

A man with the right kind of power can be immortal by means of it, if he takes care to live on the sea.

Your blood is the sea continued in your veins. We are the ocean - walking on the land

Sunday was the normal day for the political awareness session at sea. Ordinarily Putin would have officiated, reading some Pravada editorials, followed by selected quotations from the works of Lenin and a discussion of the lessons to be learned from the readings. It is very much like a church service.

The wind had its arms around them. The sea dandled them on its knee.

The whole universe is a complex of rhythms, mused Amanda. We each of us feel a need to identify our bodily rhythms with those of the cosmos. The sea is the grand agency of rhythm. The grain-tops in the wind, the atoms that orbit are rhythmic. The uterus, which is a strong muscular organ, contracts with the birth of a baby - the rhythmic contractions, in fact, are the important motivations for the baby to emerge into the world. Rhythm is how it all begins.

That is what indices are like, of course. Not the fan-shaped spread of rice bursting from a gunnysack. Not the thunder roll of barrels of turpentine cascading down a plank. And not a seventeen-year-old girl with a tree-shaped scar on her knee—and a name. History is percentiles, the thoughts of great men, and the description of eras. Does the girl know that the reason that she died in the sea or in a twenty-foot slop pit on a ship named Jesus is because that was her era?

She had not lived by the sea all those years, listened to the wharfman's songs all that time, to spend her life in the soundless cave of Elihue's mind.

The Margate of my mind has the most beautiful sunsets that stretch across the entire horizon. Sharp white cliffs divide a charcoal blue sea from the hard reality of the land.

I had always thought of the sea as a boundary keeping me in my place on land. Now, though, it became an opening.

Another object lesson of why humans should have stayed in trees, where they could not behave in such an idiotic way. Or possibly we should never have emerged from the sea. Evolution, Phryne sometimes thought, had a long way to go before the Homo became even close to Sapiens.