Quotes
Quotes about Sea
Search men's governing principles, and consider the wise, what they shun and what they cleave to.
Mark how fleeting and paltry is the estate of man,--yesterday in embryo, to-morrow a mummy or ashes. So for the hair's-breadth of time assigned to thee live rationally, and part with life cheerfully, as drops the ripe olive, extolling the season that bore it and the tree that matured it.
A man makes no noise over a good deed, but passes on to another as a vine to bear grapes again in season.
If any man can convince me and bring home to me that I do not think or act aright, gladly will I change; for I search after truth, by which man never yet was harmed. But he is harmed who abideth on still in his deception and ignorance.
There are many marvellous stories told of Pherecydes. For it is said that he was walking along the seashore at Samos, and that seeing a ship sailing by with a fair wind, he said that it would soon sink; and presently it sank before his eyes. At another time he was drinking some water which had been drawn up out of a well, and he foretold that within three days there would be an earthquake; and there was one.
Once when Bion was at sea in the company of some wicked men, he fell into the hands of pirates; and when the rest said, "We are undone if we are known,"--"But I," said he, "am undone if we are not known."
He left a paper sealed up, wherein were found three articles as his last will: "I owe much; I have nothing; I give the rest to the poor."
Subject to a kind of disease, which at that time they called lack of money.
For a desperate disease a desperate cure.
Which serves for cynosure
To all that sail upon the sea obscure.
After meat comes mustard; or, like money to a starving man at sea, when there are no victuals to be bought with it.
What we have inherited from our fathers and mothers is not all that ‘walks in us.' There are all sorts of dead ideas and lifeless old beliefs. They have no tangibility, but they haunt us all the same and we can not get rid of them. Whenever I take up a newspaper I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. Ghosts must be all over the country, as thick as the sands of the sea.
There ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters.
If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea.
A word spoken in due season, how good is it!
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
The burden of the desert of the sea.
It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea.
When I have a convenient season, I will call for thee.
Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt.
Dead as Chelsea.
...to be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodnes disease." My debauchery I undertook solitarily, by night, covertly, fearfully, filthily, with a shame that would not abandon me... I was then already bearing the underground in my soul.
"Arms, and the man I sing, who forc'ed by Fate, And haughty Juno's unrelenting Hate; Expell'ed and exil'd, left the Trojan Shoar: Long Labours, both by Sea and Land he bore; And in the doubtful War, before he won, the Latian realm, and built the destin'd Town: His banish'd gods restor'd to Rites Divine, and setl'd sure Succession in his line: From Whence the Race of Alban Fathers come, and the long Glories of Majestick Rome."
