Quotes About Sea

Twelve pillars of the castle of time will bear. Twelve creatures rule land and sea. The eagle is ready to soar in the air, Five's the foundation and also the key. In the Circle of Twelve, Number Twelve becomes Two. The hawk hatches seventh, yet Three is the clue.

A sea storm attacks the senses, the mind, the spirit, until the gut is filled with terror that can make a brave man cower belowdecks, curled into a ball like a whimpering child.

the death toll on the Diamond and the Swallow was terrible. Between the two vessels, thirty-two passengers and crew—well over 10 percent of their total complement—had died at sea, their bodies thrown overboard. Somehow, during the crossing, perhaps at the height of the storm, two of the women passengers gave birth to babies. Not surprisingly given the circumstances, the two children, both boys, died in mid-Atlantic.

How did your parents come to be "lost at sea", Moriarty?' The professor paused, and said, 'Mysteriously, Moran.

Bone-white driftwood maroons on the sand. Dunes wall in the strand. An island offshore is an overturned teacup. The gulls have abandoned the sea for the roof of the Surf Club.

His mother watched him for a moment, then turned. She had to thrash to free herself from the bank, and then she was gone, swimming fast out to sea.

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that she had lost. (Night Road, page 384)

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost.

The people know the salt of the seaand the strength of the windslashing the corners of the earth.The people take the earthas a tomb of rest and a cradle of hope.Who else speaks for the Family of Man?

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.

A fresh breeze was blowing from Dalmatia, making tiny whitecaps on the smooth surface of the waves. Vague notions floated through my head: the life of this sea was like man's fate, cast for all eternity in a series of equal waves, moving through time without change. I thought with affectionate sorrow of the motionless time and the dark civilization which I had left behind me.

It is the sea pursues a habit of shores.

O amor é grande e cabe nesta janela sobre o mar. O mar é grande e cabe na cama e no colchão de amar. O amor é grande e cabe no breve espaço de beijar.

Debt is a bottomless sea.

It is that time of evening when the sky shifts from indigo to violet. In sympathy, the sea has darkened to purple—a color that could earn the Homeric epithet "wine-dark." Lights are just beginning to come on around the shoreline, like beads being strung, one by one, on a curved diadem crowning the amethyst brow of the bay.

If a life goes down the toilet, it comes out in a river and meets the sea.

The sun, enormous and blood-red, began to sink into the sea. Its dying rays lit the ash-covered mountains and cove, so that the whole landscape seemed to be bathed in blood. The sky above it was livid purple, the colour of an angry bruise. There would be no stars that night

there are people all over the world who carry the mermaid inside them, that otherworldly beauty and longing and desire that made her reach for heaven when she lived in the darkness of the sea.

Como marinheiros, todos temíamos o afogamento, mas nenhum de nós alguma vez borrara as calças quando uma tempestade arrancara o mastro e o cordame ou uma onda esmagara a amurada e limpara o convés. Era essa a diferença: o mar respeitava a nossa masculinidade. Os canhões não.

Esta era a diferença: o mar respeitava nossa masculinidade. Os canhões, não.

What courage it would take to try to walk on the sea, even if we could see the face of Christ; but it needs much more courage to leave our false securities, our leaking boats of materialism, and to walk towards Him on the churned-up, angry sea of our civilisation.

I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.

The Mountains look on Marathon And Marathon looks to the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free...

Was it like that with other people? Life went on flowing happily or stupidly like a sea, while here in one spot something tremendous was happening.