A Quote by Fernando Pessoa

It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended. — © Fernando Pessoa
It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended.
The Okavango Delta is an astonishing sight: the great Okavango River, rather than flow towards the sea, flows inland, into the sands of the Kalahari.
Silence is the sea, and speech is like the river. The sea is seeking you: don't seek the river. Don't turn your head away from the signs offered by the sea.
Lately we have been getting facts pointing to the "oceanic" nature of the floor of so-called inland seas. Through geological investigations it has been definitely established that in its deepest places, for instance, the Caribbean Sea and the Gulf of Mexico, the Earth's crust is devoid of granite stratum. The same may be said quite confidently about the Mediterranean and the Black Sea. Could the interpretation of these data be that inland seas were the primary stage of the formation of oceanic basins?
Is it possible to take river water back after it has mixed into the sea? The river and the sea are united and one now.
MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!
Don't swim against the current. Stay in the river, become the river; and the river is already going to the sea. This is the great teaching.
As the river enters the sea and loses itself in the sea, so Krishnamurti has entered into that Life which is represented by some as The Christ, by others as The Buddha, by others still, as the Lord Maitreya. Hence Krishnamurti as an entity fully developed has entered into the Sea of Life and is the Teacher, because the moment you enter into that Life -which is the fulfilment of all Teachers, which is life of all the Teachers - the individual as such ceases.
Think of the Father as a spring of life begetting the Son like a river and the Holy Ghost like a sea, for the spring and the river and sea are all one nature. Think of the Father as a root, and of the Son as a branch, and the Spirit as a fruit, for the substance in these three is one. The Father is a sun with the Son as rays and the Holy Ghost as heat.
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.
If a life goes down the toilet, it comes out in a river and meets the sea.
The Mediterranean is in my DNA. I'm fine inland for about a week, but then I yearn for a limitless view of the sea, for the colours and smells of the Italian and French Riviera.
Those waters which leave the main stream either cannot reach the sea and disappear in inland or find a better place, a beautiful lake.
Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.
I grew up near the sea in British Columbia and San Francisco, and lived in Malibu and Fiji for years. I get uncomfortable being too far inland.
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