Quotes
Quotes about Sea
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.
All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men. - The Silence of the Sea.
Men worry over the great number of diseases, while doctors worry over the scarcity of effective remedies.
Losing doesn't eat at me the way it used to. I just get ready for the next play, the next game, the next season.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of exiles.
What, what, what, What's the news from Sway? Sad news, Bad news, Comes by the cable; led Through the Indian Ocean's bed, Through the Persian Gulf, the Red Sea, and the Med-
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . . The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon, Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours, Of winter's past or coming void of care, Well pleased with delights which present are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers.
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many thing by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!
There are epidemics of nobleness as well as epidemics of disease.
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!
'Tis known by the name of perseverance in a good causeâand of obstinacy in a bad one.
The search after the great men is the dream of youth, and the most serious occupation of manhood.
The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south pass through; so it cometh from the desert, from a terrible land.
He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
The great fishpond (the sea).
Behold the Sea, The opaline, the plentiful and strong, Yet beautiful as is the rose in June, Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July; Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds, Purger of earth, and medicine of men; Creating a sweet climate by my breath, Washing out harms and griefs from memory, And, in my mathematic ebb and flow, Giving a hint of that which changes not.
The sea is flowing ever, The land retains it never.
There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowells of the earth, many a fair pearle in the bosome of the sea, that never was seene nor never shall bee.
The sea appears all golden Beneath the sun-lit sky.
Praise the sea; on shore remain.
He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.
