Quotes
Quotes about Sea
Noble descent and worth, unless united with wealth, are esteemed no more than seaweed. [Lat., Et genus et virtus, nisi cum re, vilior alga est.]
And for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, and subject to cruel and fierce storms. . . . For summer being done, all things stand upon them with a weather-beaten face, and the whole country, full of woods and thickets, represented a wild and savage hue.
Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow; "I hear the first young hard-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go! Northward o'er the icy rocks, Northward o'er the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks: This land's too warm for me!"
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
After the number of the days in which ye searched the land, even forty days, each day for a year, shall ye bear your iniquities, even forty years, and ye shall know my breach of promise.
There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid.
A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word spoken in due season, how good is it!
Let us take to our hearts a lesson-- No lesson could braver be-- From the ways of the tapestry weavers On the other side of the sea.
Men worry over the great number of diseases, while doctors worry over the scarcity of effective remedies.
Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your best season.
Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don't fill your thoughts, that's your best season.
The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To th' bottom of the worst.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witch's mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravined salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digged i' th' dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Slivered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-delivered by a drab Make the gruel thick and slab. Add there to a tiger's chaudron For th' ingredience of our cauldron.
But his zeal None seconded, as out of season judged, Or singular and rash.
