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Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
once upon a time all the rivers combined to protest against the action of the sea in making their waters salt. "When we come to you," sad they to the sea, "we are sweet and drinkable; but when once we have mingled with you, our waters become as briny and unpalatable as your own." The sea replied shortly, "Keep away from me, and you'll remain sweet.
Supporters of Osama bin Laden want to rename the Arabian Sea after bin Laden's death. They want to call it "Martyr's Sea." Please, hiding in your bedroom for six years with the blinds closed? How about "Chicken of the Sea?
The problem is to find the time to write. That's why I go to sea. I couldn't be happier than when at sea. — © Alex Haley
The problem is to find the time to write. That's why I go to sea. I couldn't be happier than when at sea.
The singing of sea shanties as working songs at sea is a lost art
We have good examples of successful adaptation to rising sea levels. The Netherlands became a wealthy nation despite having one-third of its landmass below sea level, including areas a full 7m below sea level, as a result of the gradual sinking of its landscapes.
To young men contemplating a voyage I would say go. The tales of rough usage are for the most part exaggerations, as also are the tales of sea danger. To face the elements is, to be sure, no light matter when the sea is in its grandest mood. You must then know the sea, and know that you know it, and not forget that it was made to be sailed over.
Navigation is easy. If it wasn't, they wouldn't be able to teach it to Sailors.
In the Arctic I met some Russian sailors on a submarine and they chorused, "Gordon's alive!"
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
I'm sorry, but in my generation and where I came from, only sailors got tattoos. Not ladies.
Smooth seas don't produce skillful sailors.
....the sea changes color, but the sea does not change.
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. — © Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea.
In fact, building a wall from sea to shining sea would be the most expensive and least effective way to secure the border.
I've never been hurt by a sea creature, except for jellyfish and sea urchins.
The Sea Will be the Sea Whatever the drop's philosophy.
I don't like the beach. I think we have no business at the beach at all, as a species. We don't belong in the sea. The sea is full of things that bite us, sting us, hurt the soles of our feet, and it's extremely cold. When are we gonna take the hint that the things that live in the sea don't like us?
Sailors, with their built in sense of order, service and discipline, should really be running the world.
I like to sail. My son Caden and I are avid sailors.
The sea possesses a power over one's moods that has the effect of a will. The sea can hypnotize. Nature in general can do so.
We hope relevant countries will work together in the same direction to build the South China Sea into a sea of peace, friendship and co-operation.
Sailors have the cleanest bodies and the filthiest minds.
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!
In the South China Sea and underneath the South China Sea, of course, there's a lot of raw materials. There are very rich fishing grounds there, so there are some economic concerns in the South China Sea as well.
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
The sea is the vast reservoir of Nature. The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it?
Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.
A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea, trailed along the beach, and drifted back to the sea again, wondering where to go next. On a mad impulse it went up to the beach again. It drifted back to sea.
I really have a passion for the sea, so I think it's important that whatever I do, I want to be near the sea.
This ego business has come from various sources, you know that, but it has to be cleansed out. Like when the river flows all kinds of dirt, filth flows into it, but when it meets the sea it becomes the sea. In the same way you have to become that. To become the sea what you have to do is to forget all these tributaries which were coming into you, and all these wrong ideas which came to you.
What will the axemen do, when they have cut their way from sea to sea?
Whenever your preparations for the sea are poor; the sea worms its way in and finds the problems.
Usually when I draw, I try to be in a contemplative mood. I try to keep my mind as empty, vacant and tranquil as possible. The outer mind is like the surface of the sea. On the surface, the sea is full of waves and surges; it is all restlessness. But when we dive deep below, the same sea is all peace, calmness and quiet, and there we find the source of creativity.
Every Naval vessel has a contingent of Marines aboard. After all, the Sailors have to have someone to dance with.
The sea with an end can be Greek or Roman: the endless sea is Portuguese.
repression, however, is not the most obvious characteristic of the sea; the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
We must plant the sea and herd its animals using the sea as farmers instead of hunters. That is what civilization is all about - farming replacing hunting. — © Jacques Yves Cousteau
We must plant the sea and herd its animals using the sea as farmers instead of hunters. That is what civilization is all about - farming replacing hunting.
The legend of the parting of the Red Sea probably refers to tidal changes in the Sea of Reeds related to the Thera eruption.
I don't like lakes generally. It's a glorified pond, isn't it? I live by the sea, so for me I need to taste salt. I prefer the mystery, the majesty of the sea.
I have watched the river and the sea for a lifetime. I have seen rivers rob soil from the roots of trees until the giants came foundering down. I have watched shores slip and perish, the channels silt and change; what was beach become a swamp and a headland tumble into the sea. An island has eroded in silent pain since my boyhood, and reefs have become islands. Yet the old people used to say, People pass away, but not the land. It remains forever. Maybe that is so. The land changes. The land continues. The sea changes. The sea remains.
The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.
Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men.
There are no footprints on the sea and no road-signs, not a single guard-stone or post, and no bends, only paths of light and dark from which to choose, the choice is always a difficult navigation and the storm's wingspan immeasurable as the depths and the horizon, but the sea holds you in its mighty hand your life is a sea-blue tale of love and death.
The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.
A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats. In a ten-foot dinghy one can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience, which is never at sea in a dinghy.
A beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean. — © Henry Grunwald
A beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean.
Steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.
On 15 July 2007, I swam across an open patch of sea at the North Pole to highlight the melting of the Arctic sea ice.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.
I will tell you unequivocally, a wall from sea to shining sea is not the right direction to go.
Coming, as I do, from mountain folk on one side and sea followers on the other, there are few old songs of the hills or the sea with which I am not familiar.
Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.
The sea is the source of water and the source of wind; for neither would blasts of wind arise in the clouds and blow out from within them, except for the great sea, nor would the streams of rivers nor the rain-water in the sky exist but for the sea ; but the great sea is the begetter of clouds and winds and rivers.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.
The sea calm is the Absolute; the same sea in waves is Divine Mother.
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
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