Quotes
Quotes about Sea
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
October is a fine and dangerous season in America . . . a wonderful time to begin anything at all.
His deeds inimitable, like the Sea That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts Nor prints of Precedent for poore men's facts.
The sad truth is that opportunity doesn't knock twice. You can put things off until tomorrow but tomorrow may never come. Where will you be a few years down the line. Will it be everything you dreamed of. We seal our fate with the choices we take, but don't give a second thought to the chances we take.
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
The oyster is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not the letter R in their name.
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
There's a pang in all rejoicing, And a joy in the heart of pain; And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
Search then the ruling passion; there alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Act nothing in furious passion. It's putting to sea in a storm.
From distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come, Though not with much eclat or beat of drum; True patriots all; for be it understood We left our country for our country's good. No private views disgraced our generous zeal, What urged our travels was our country's weal.
Hands across the sea, Feet on English ground, The old blood is bold blood, the wide world round.
Peace is not a season, it is a way of life.
Alternative Terror War Tanks rolled over to Jenin and its Refugee Camp As battlefields in a minute Clouds of black smokes belched From the nozzle of the missiles Turned the dwellings into debris And lives breathe under rubble Still desires of living That will never be fulfilled Sighing are heard in the air Unseen ghosts are roaming freely Searching their brotherhoods Living or dead Souls are still weeping bitterly With sorrows that never end In the war turned atmosphere Flying high in the sky appeared The hungry vultures that smell Odors of rotten human flesh As if the open graveyards To wipe the terrors and even its ghosts Out of the worldly atmosphere Reassuring pure peace In every peopleâs mind Isât the rebirth of terror Or alternative terror ? © Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar.
Everything is perfect in the universeâ even your desire to improve it.
Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.
Life is a sexually transmitted terminal disease.
Sundays, quiet islands on the tossing seas of life.
I like nonsenseâit wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope...and that enables you to laugh at all of life's realities.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison.
O philosophy, life's guide! O searcher-out of virtue and expeller of vices! What could we and every age of men have been without thee? Thou hast produced cities; thou hast called men scattered about into the social enjoyment of life. [Lat., O vitae philosophia dux! O virtutis indagatrix, expultrixque vitiorum! Quid non modo nos, sed omnino vita hominum sine et esse potuisset? Tu urbes peperisti; tu dissipatos homines in societatum vitae convocasti.]
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took--the same as me.
Copy from one, it's plagiarism; copy from two, it's research.
