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They sat on the outcropping of stone and at bread and fruit. Kasta watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place than another. It rose and fell again. It flowed, like water."Is this what the sea is like?" Kasta asked, and they both turned to her, surprised. "Does the sea move the way this grass moves?"“It's like the sea,” she said.Giddon’s eyes on her were incredulous.“What? Is it such a strange thing to say?”“It’s a strange thing for you to say.” He shook his head. He gathered their bread and fruit, then rose. “The Lienid fighter is filling your mind with romantic notions.
— Kristin Cashore, Graceling
He: "Whale you be my valentine?" She: "Dolphinitely.
— Adam Young
You can’t believe how bleeding scary the sea is! There’s, like, whales and storms and shit! They don’t bloody tell you that!
— Libba Bray, Beauty Queens
The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.
— Sharon Creech, The Wanderer
Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them; before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea and long miles of bluish-green waves breaking for ever and ever on the beach. And oh, the cry of the seagulls! Have you ever heard it? Can you remember?
— C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
There are no whores in Scaithe’s Ebb, or none that consider themselves as such, although there have always been many women who, if pressed, would describe themselves as much-married, with one husband on this ship here every six months, and another husband on that ship, back in port for a month or so every nine months. The mathematics of the thing have always kept most folk satisfied; and if ever it disappoints and a man returns to his wife while one of her other husbands is still in occupancy, why, then there is a fight — and the grog shops to comfort the loser. The sailors do not mind the arrangement, for they know that this way there will, at the least, be one person who, at the last, will notice when they do not come back from the sea, and will mourn their loss; and their wives content themselves with the certain knowledge that their husbands are also unfaithful, for there is no competing with the sea in a man’s affections, since she is both mother and mistress, and she will wash his corpse also, in time to come, wash it to coral and ivory and pearls.
— Neil Gaiman, Stardust
We are going toward the sea. I have swollen. I am carried away. Sometimes at night love comes up so quickly and so high, and if we have no little boat perhaps it is because we want to roll breathless under the ocean floor.
— Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
Land and sea.We may think of them as opposites; as complements. But there is a difference in how we think of them; the sea, and the land.If we are walking around in a forest, a meadow or a town, we see our surroundings as being made up of individual elements. There are many different kinds of trees in varying sizes, those buildings, these streets. The meadow, the flowers, the bushes. Our gaze lingers on details, and if we are standing in a forest in the autumn, we become tongue-tied if we try to describe the richness around us. All this exists on land. But the sea. The sea is something completely different. The sea is one.We may note the shifting moods of the sea. What the sea looks like when the wind is blowing, how the sea plays with the light, how it rises and falls. But still it is always the sea we are talking about. We have given different parts of the sea different names for navigation and identification, but if we are standing before the sea, there is only one whole. The Sea.If we are taken so far out in a small boat that no land is visible in any direction, we may catch sight of the sea. It is not a pleasant experience. The sea is a god, an unseeing, unhearing deity that does not even know we exist. We mean less than a grain of sand on an elephant's back, and if the sea wants us, it will take us. That's just the way it is. The sea knows no limits, makes no concessions. It has given us everything and it can take everything away from us.To other gods we send our prayer: Protect us from the sea.
— John Ajvide Lindqvist, Harbor
The sea, the majestic sea, breaks everything, crushes everything, cleans everything, takes everything...from me
— Corinne Bailey Rae
...vicinity to the sea is desirable, because it is easier to do nothing by the sea than anywhere else, and because bathing and basking on the shore cannot be considered an employment but only an apotheosis of loafing. ("Expiation")
— E.F. Benson, The Collected Ghost Stories of E.F. Benson
Grey morning dulled the bay. Banks of clouds, Howth just one more bank, rolled to sea, where other Howths grumbled to greet them. Swollen spumeless tide. Heads that bobbed like floating gulls and gulls that floating bobbed like heads. Two heads. At swim, two boys.
— Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys
It takes just one wave to capsize a boat, and one more to take it down.
— Federico Chini, The Sea Of Forgotten Memories
I never saw quite so wretched an example of what a sea-faring life can do: but to a degree, I know it is the same with them all; they are all knocked about, and exposed to every climate, and every weather, till they are not fit to be seen. It is a pity they are not knocked on the head at once, before they reach Admiral Baldwin's age.
— Jane Austen, Persuasion
With this idea, being a man with long experience of the sea (and they certainly have a great advantage over other men in any sort of task)...
— Garcilaso de la Vega, Royal Commentaries of the Incas and General History of Peru, Part One
How do men act on a sinking ship? Do they hold each other? Do they pass around the whisky? Do they cry?
— Sebastian Junger, The Perfect Storm: A True Story of Men Against the Sea
As he had once said to someone in England, though he did not care to remember whom, he had liked the sight of the sea because it represented his escape from England. And he had escaped.But she had said that perhaps it was from himself he wished to escape and that it could not be done. For wherever he went, he must inevitably take himself along too.
— Mary Balogh, The Devil's Web
Life's full of chances to hurt yourself or someone else.
— Peter Benchley, The Deep
He said he owned the land,He said he owned the sea,Through his sweet lies and manipulation,He was trying to own me
— Charmaine J Forde
I showed him the sea. It's a great luxury, being able to see it from the balcony. When cities are bombed there are always ruins and corpses left. But you can drop an atomic bomb in the sea and ten minutes later it's back as it was before. You can't change the shape of water.
— Marguerite Duras, Practicalities
There is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence under the sea;No cries announcing birth,No sounds declaring death.There is silence when the milt is laid on the spawn in the weeds and fungus of the rock-clefts;And silence in the growth and struggle for life.The bonitoes pounce upon the mackerel,And are themselves caught by the barracudas,The sharks kill the barracudasAnd the great molluscs rend the sharks,And all noiselessly--Though swift be the action and final the conflict,The drama is silent.There is no fury upon the earth like the fury under the sea.For growl and cough and snarl are the tokens of spendthrifts who know not the ultimate economy of rage.Moreover, the pace of the blood is too fast.But under the waves the blood is sluggard and has the same temperature as that of the sea.There is something pre-reptilian about a silent kill.Two men may end their hostilities just with their battle-cries,'The devil take you,' says one.'I'll see you in hell,' says the other.And these introductory salutes followed by a hail of gutturals and sibilants are often the beginning of friendship, for who would not prefer to be lustily damned than to be half-heartedly blessed?No one need fear oaths that are properly enunciated, for they belong to the inheritance of just men made perfect, and, for all we know, of such may be the Kingdom of Heaven.But let silent hate be put away for it feeds upon the heart of the hater.Today I watched two pairs of eyes. One pair was black and the other grey. And while the owners thereof, for the space of five seconds, walked past each other, the grey snapped at the black and the black riddled the grey.One looked to say--'The cat,'And the other--'The cur.'But no words were spoken;Not so much as a hiss or a murmur came through the perfect enamel of the teeth; not so much as a gesture of enmity.If the right upper lip curled over the canine, it went unnoticed.The lashes veiled the eyes not for an instant in the passing.And as between the two in respect to candour of intention or eternity of wish, there was no choice, for the stare was mutual and absolute.A word would have dulled the exquisite edge of the feeling.An oath would have flawed the crystallization of the hate.For only such culture could grow in a climate of silence--Away back before emergence of fur or feather, back to the unvocal sea and down deep where the darkness spills its wash on the threshold of light, where the lids never close upon the eyes, where the inhabitants slay in silence and are as silently slain.
— E. J. Pratt
Why the sea?' he asked.I smiled, meeting his eyes and seeing the colour I was describing.'Because it's such a magical colour, so pretty and powerful all at the same time; think about what the water is, how demanding it can be one minute, then how calm and serene it can be the next.
— Angel McGregor, A Handful of Secrets
You are the sick prince of my cerise innovations and in your drowning caresses I walk the sea
— Frank O'Hara, The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara
I only thoughtOf lying quiet there where I was thrownLike sea-weed on the rocks, and suffer herTo prick me to a pattern with her pin,Fibre from fibre, delicate leaf from leaf,And dry out from my drowned anatomyThe last sea-salt left in me.
— Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
This was life on the surface of the sea. A calm, placid exterior that could soothe you into submission or swell up and kill you with no notice; beneath it always a dangerous world of life and death.
— Kenneth Eade, Political Thriller: Unwanted, an American Assassin Story: an assassination, vigilante justice and terrorism thriller
Always know that at the end of any break up; there’s plenty of fish in the sea, Just go to the edge and catch another one; or dive in to swim with the beautiful one, and tie it to yourself forever.
— S.O'Sade
Sometimes life has a habit of flooding over you and rushing you along in its overwhelming tide.
— Witi Ihimaera, The Whale Rider
I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him meerly seise me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwrack, I would do it in a Sea, where mine impotencie might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.
— John Donne
Love has a timeframe all of its own and love never dies. It is eternal. There is no end. There is no rush. There is no hurrying it. It waits patiently. It waits because it knows that there is no end and that like the sea it comes and goes.
— Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge
Love is like the sea. The waves of life, they ebb and flow; they come and go. Time sweeps us away from each other. Love always brings us back.
— Kate McGahan
Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure.
— Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale
Listen to the sea...it sounds like a coffin being dragged over broken glass.
— Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection
The sea can smack the rocks like a hand smacking a cheek. It can hiss or gurgle or even kiss. But when it wants, it can go quiet. 'And then', said Anya Rothrock, 'you can hear the voices of the drowned'.
— Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection
My life has been turbulent forever like the waves of the sea.
— Tanmaya Guru
Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, they rise, they break, and to that sea return.
— Alexander Pope
It is a sea of blood. We come from the sea, Tim; our blood is salt, and strange tides ebb and flow within us all.
— Neil Gaiman, The Books of Magic
A faint smile played on his lips. "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it""No...sir""I must take some blame for that, I suppose. The sea does not like to be restrained.
— Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief
The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up—flaked up, with rose-water snow.
— Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale
Next morning the not-yet-subsided sea rolled in long slow billows of mighty bulk, and striving in the Pequod's gurgling track, pushed her on like giants' palms outspread. The strong, unstaggering breeze abounded so, that sky and air seemed vast outbellying sails; the whole world boomed before the wind. Muffled in the full morning light, the invisible sun was only known by the spread intensity of his place; where his bayonet rays moved on in stacks. Emblazonings, as of crowned Babylonian kings and queens, reigned over everything. The sea was as a crucible of molten gold, that bubblingly leaps with light and heat.
— Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale
Under the sea the old fish eat the young fish.
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
The sea is a lonely and hostile place, Captain,' Jansen said coldly. 'It is always best not to make enemies of those who might be your friends. You never know when your ships may cross
— Jocelyn  Murray, The English Pirate
He describes sailing across mountainous seas, lashed to the wheel the bare rigging overhead dancing with blue electricity, St Elmo's fire the sailors called it. His clothes so saturated with the salt water he can barely stand, would fall if he weren’t tied up. The ship heaves in the heavy swells and the waves crash endlessly over the deck. Anything that wasn't tied down has long slid into the churning maelstrom including three crewmembers that didn’t lash themselves up in time. He holds the wheel and steers so the prow is climbing the huge wave that has blotted out the storm clouds, so tall the ship is almost vertical as it crests the wave and slides down into the next tumultuous surge. He tells how he screams into the storm knowing that the sound will be snatched away almost before it escapes his mouth and will become lost in the turmoil. 	‘There is no skill in manning your ship through seas that can smash it as though it were nothing but brittle planks of wood.’ Andre says, ‘Captains will boast of their prowess in a storm but you survive purely by the capricious will of the sea. She decides if you live or die, and in that situation all you can do is hold on for the ride and feel privileged that she has allowed you to see her at her most powerful.
— Alice Godwin, Lighthouses: An Anthology of Dark Tales
Eventually you will find something to put that energy into and you will be unstoppable. Even now with something you take no joy in, you do your task dutifuly, because it's all you can do. There's something beautiful in that, Collin.
— Kiera Cass, The Siren
...Pff... there is always a reason for everything if you go deeper and deeper under the sea you will die in the same time, even you will drown however you will find the reason. It's about 50 out of 100 which will mean 50% chance you have to live and 50% there is a chance to die.
— Deyth Banger
Day and night, their frail and crippled ships defy the tempest.
— Jorge Luis Borges, The Widow Ching-Pirate
In the sea, Corr’s clumsiness will disappear, his weight cradled by the saltwater. I don’t want to say good-bye. I blink to clear my vision and reach up. I pull off his halter. The ocean is his love and now, finally, he’ll have it. I back out of the surf. There’s a thin, long wail. Corr takes a labored step away from the November sea. And another. He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races
It’s a grace feather. See how its colors shift from green to blue, like the sea? It means remembrance. It shows that no distance, no amount of water between two people, will make them forget. Someone gave it to say that they remembered you.
— Kirsty Logan, The Gracekeepers
She noticed then that Conor was watching her.'Are you going for a swim?' he asked her.'In a while. Why don't you go down and check if it's warm enough?''And if it's not warm enough?''We'll still go in. But at least we'll know.
— Colm Tóibín, Nora Webster
The sea was as dark as dreams and as deep as sleep.
— Orhan Pamuk
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
You have the beach but not the sea? No use! You have the sea but not the beach? No use!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The sea, perhaps because of its saltiness, roughens the outside but keeps sweet the kernel of its servants' soul.
— Joseph Conrad
Cities on the ocean have a choice whether to turn their faces or their backs to the water, lining the shore either with pretty hotels and rich homes or dim warehouses, narrow streets, and greasy piers. All prairie towns turn away from the prairie, however. The huddled houses form a storm-battened island in the midst of endless space.
— Joseph Bottum
Then very faintly, he heard above his head the low familiar murmur of the sea outside. At once the comfortable noise made him cheerful, and he even remembered what they were supposed to be.
— Susan Cooper, Over Sea, Under Stone
oh god i live in sea of shallow people ..i hope someday find who really deeper than every book i read it..
— angham
[O]nly the sea is like a human being . . .always moving, always something deep in itself is stirring it. It never rests; it is always wanting, wanting, wanting. It hurries on; and then it creeps back slowly without having reached, moaning. It is always asking a question and it never gets the answer.
— Olive Schreiner, The Story of an African Farm
I will find comfort in the rhythm of the sea.
— Charlotte Eriksson
whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
— Herman Melville
Seasickness in itself is not contagious, but I’m pretty sure that puking is extremely contagious.
— Ray Palla, KRILL AMERICA
She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.
— Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See
Paradise” is a suffering word, grossly overused and ineptly devalued in everyday hype and blurb. Yet, tired as it is, it will have to do. Nothing else conveys that sense of place that can inspire a blissful contentment.
— Andrew Rayner, Reach for Paradise
Never seen the sea! How could anyone not have seen the sea? Surely the sea must somehow belong to the happiness of every child.
— Iris Murdoch, The Time of the Angels
A pebble thrown in a poolmay ripple from end to end,but tossed into the sea,it is swallowed by enormity.
— Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
(Remember you always have the option of taking to the sea.)
— Mallory Ortberg
In a sea of strangers,you've longed to know me.Your life spent sailingto my shores.
— Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
We of the sea come to know each other quickly; our loves, like our hates, are born of sudden dangers.
— Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ
In my mind, I could sense their roots under the soil, creeping in helical tangles of ever-increasing complexity outward and in all directions—out beyond the perimeter of the Helsingør Wood, out below Yami’s Under City, out along the banks of the river, out to the nearest coast and thereupon out into the sea; the roots crept down further along the continental shelf, downward into the abysses, downward into the ocean floor, burrowing under the corals and under trenches, and then back up again to sprout in the darkened forest on a foreign continent: all the trees of the world now had conjoined roots, for they were now of one conjoined consciousness!
— Ashim Shanker, Only the Deplorable
The green sea swept into the shallows and seethed there like slaking quicklime. It surged over the rocks, tossing up spangles of water like a juggler and catching them deftly again behind. It raced knee-deep through the clefts and crevices, twisted and tortured in a thousand ways, till it swept nuzzling and sucking into the holes at the base of the cliff. The whole reef was a shambles of foam, but it was bright in the sun, bright as a shattered mirror, exuberant and leaping with light.
— Colin Thiele
What was it Isak Dinesen had said about salt as a cure? Tears, sweat, or the sea. She could use a cure.
— Nina Post, The Zaanics Deceit
Many a year I told her tales. And then the time came for me to watch. And watch I have.
— Gina Marinello-Sweeney, I Thirst
The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
— Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings
The sea is full of saints. You know that? You know that: you're a big boy. The sea's full of saints and it's been full of saints for years. Since longer than anything. Saints were there before there were even gods. They were waiting for them, and they're still there now.Saints eat fish and shellfish. Some of them catch jellyfish and some of them eat rubbish. Some saints eat anything they can find. They hide under rocks; they turn themselves inside out: they spit up spirals. There's nothing saints don't do. Make this shape with your hands. Like that. Move your fingers. There, you made a saint. Look out, here come another one! Now they're fighting! Yours won.There aren't any big corkscrew saints anymore, but there are still ones like sacks and ones like coils, and ones like robes with flapping sleeves. What's your favourite saint? I'll tell you mine. But wait a minute, first, do you know what it is makes them all saints? They're all a holy family, they're all cousins. Of each other, and of ... you know what else they're cousins of?That's right. Of gods.Alright now. Who was it made you? You know what to say.Who made you?
— China Miéville, Kraken
An aching vacuum inside her sucking the air from her lungs. She hung her head and wept fiercely, the emptiness inside her growing larger not smaller; she felt as though it would grow so large it would suffocate her just as surely as the sea would have
— Alan Brennert, Moloka'i
As the sun disappeared below the horizon and its glare no longer reflected off a glassy sea, I thought of how beautiful the sunsets always were in the Pacific. They were even more beautiful than over Mobile Bay. Suddenly a thought hit me like a thunderbolt. Would I live to see the sunset tomorrow?
— Eugene B. Sledge, With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa
The Thames Shouldered its way past Blackfriars Bridge, impatient with the ancient piers, no longer the passive stream that slid past Chelsea Marina, but a rush of ugly water that had scented the open sea and was ready to make a run for it.
— J.G. Ballard, Millennium People
A great sea fog is not homogenous--its density varies: it is honeycombed with streets, it has its caves of clear air, its cliffs of solid vapour, all shifting and changing place with the subtlety of legerdemain.
— Henry de Vere Stacpoole, The Blue Lagoon
What is it about the sea? Is it because it’s there?
— Jerry Pinto, Em and The Big Hoom
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legsUpon the slimy sea.
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
The dangers of the sea should always take precedenceover the violence of the enemy’Rear-Admiral Ben Bryant CB, DSO and two bars, DSC
— Ben Bryant
This could have occurred nowhere but in England, where men and sea interpenetrate, so to speak—the sea entering into the life of most men, and the men knowing something or everything about the sea, in the way of amusement, of travel, or of bread-winning.
— Joseph Conrad, Youth
I’m engaged in the dance of the ages and the search for a song to go with it. Though Templeton’s A Veritable Smorgasbord is a well-deserving classic, it’s a stanza too short for my morphing existence. So I write my own.
— Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations
Am I making myself clear, Orrin? I don't regret how I've lived these past few years. I move where I will. I set no appointments. I guard no borders. What landbound king has the freedom of a ship's captain? The Sea of Brass provides. When I need haste, it gives me winds. When I need gold, it gives me galleons." Thieves prosper, thought Locke. The rich remember. He made his decision, and gripped the rail to avoid shaking."Only gods-damned fools die for lines drawn on maps," said Zamira. "But nobody can draw lines around my ship. If they try, all I need to do to slip away is set more sail.
— Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies
There were some that were of so rare a beauty that my pleasure on catching sight of them was enhanced by surprise. By what privilege, on one morning rather than another, did the window on being uncurtained disclose to my wondering eyes the nymph Glauconome, whose lazy beauty, gently breathing, had the transparence of a vaporous emerald beneath whose surface I could see teeming the ponderable elements that coloured it? She made the sun join in her play, with a smile rendered languorous by an invisible haze which was nought but a space kept vacant about her translucent surface, which, thus curtailed, became more appealing, like those goddesses whom the sculptor carves in relief upon a block of marble, the rest of which he leaves unchiselled. So, in her matchless colour, she invited us out over those rough terrestrial roads, from which, seated beside Mme. de Villeparisis in her barouche, we should see, all day long and without ever reaching it, the coolness of her gentle palpitation.
— Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower
A swaddled silence would be over the island, nights like that: if they complained, or had to cry for some lesion or cramp, it was baffled by the thick mists and all you heard was the tide, slapping ever sideways along the strand, viscous, reverberating; then seltzering back to sea, violently salt, leaving a white skin on the sand it hadn't taken. And only occasionally above the mindless rhythm, from across the narrow strait, over on the great African continent itself, a sound would arise to make the fog colder, the night darker, the Atlantic more menacing: if it were human it could have been called laughter, but it was not human. It was a product of alien secretions, boiling over into blood already choked and heady; causing ganglia to twitch, the field of night-vision to be grayed into shapes that threatened, putting an itch into every fiber, an unbalance, a general sensation of error that could only be nulled by those hideous paroxysms, those fat, spindle-shaped bursts of air up the pharynx, counter-irritating the top of the mouth cavity, filling the nostrils, easing the prickliness under the jaw and down the center-line of the skull: it was the cry of the brown hyena called the strand wolf, who prowled the beach singly or with companions in search of shellfish, dead gulls, anything flesh and unmoving.
— Thomas Pynchon, V.
They loved the sea. They taught themselves to sail, to navigate and read the weather. Without their mother's knowledge and long before she thought them old enough to sail outside the harbor, they were piloting their catboat all the way to the Isles of Shoals. They were on the return leg of one such excursion when the fickle weather of early spring took an abrupt turn and the sky darkened and the sun vanished and the wind came squalling off the open sea. They were a half mile from the harbor when the storm overtook them. The rain struck in a slashing torrent and the swells hove them so high they felt they might be sent flying--then dropped them into troughs so deep they could see nothing but walls of water the color of iron. They feared the sail would be ripped away. Samuel Thomas wrestled the tiller and John Roger bailed in a frenzy and both were wide-eyed with euphoric terror as time and again they were nearly capsized before at last making the harbor. When they got home and Mary Margaret saw their sodden state she scolded them for dunces and wondered aloud how they could do so well in their schooling when they didn't have sense enough to get out of the rain.
— James Carlos Blake, Country of the Bad Wolfes
And yet I have known the sea too long to believe in its respect for decency. An elemental force is ruthlessly frank
— Joseph Conrad, Falk
Did you know in the sea you can find a fish called, SWEETLIPS?"Ted and Raymond's Sea Adventure
— Rhonda Patton
In the beginning was the sea, and the sea was the world
— Chika Onyenezi, Sea Lavender
The world we made together is gone now. Silk and cinnamon do not bring it back to me as clearly as the smell of potatoes frying with onions, or the purr of a cat, or the feel of a knot beneath my fingers. And that in itself is proof of how the voyage changed me, who set out only wanting to see anything new and different.
— Susan Palwick, Homecoming
That's what sailing is, a dance, and your partner is the sea. And with the sea you never take liberties. You ask her, you don't tell her. You have to remember always that she's the leader, not you. You and your boat are dancing to her tune.
— Michael Morpurgo, Alone on a Wide Wide Sea
i was ok in the seaput me back
— Steve Roggenbuck, Crunk Juice
Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
— William Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood
You have to understand the sea, he said, to listen to her, to look out for her moods, to get to know her and respect her and love her. Only then can you build boats that feel at home on the sea.
— Michael Morpurgo, Alone on a Wide Wide Sea
For the land, the sea is beautiful; for the sea, the land is beautiful!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The calming sea reaches out to me. Inviting me to its pure serenity."-Elizabeth's Quotes (inspired by a Pablo Neruda quote "I need the sea because it teaches me.")
— Elizabeth E. Castillo
For the bored souls, sometimes sea is the best answer!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Why must we climb away to the seal-less parts of the world?
— Margo Lanagan, The Brides of Rollrock Island
Could any State on Earth Immortall be,Venice by Her rare Goverment is She;Venice Great Neptunes Minion, still a Mayd,Though by the warrlikst Potentats assayed;Yet She retaines Her Virgin-waters pure,Nor any Forren mixtures can endure;Though, Syren-like on Shore and Sea, Her FaceEnchants all those whom once She doth embrace,Nor is ther any can Her bewty prizeBut he who hath beheld her with his Eyes:Those following Leaves display, if well observed,How she long Her Maydenhead preserved,How for sound prudence She still bore the Bell;Whence may be drawn this high-fetchd parallel,Venus and Venice are Great Queens in their degree,Venus is Queen of Love, Venice of Policie.
— James Howell, S.P.Q.V.: a survay of the signorie of Venice
i miss my brother likethe sea would miss saltif that were taken away.
— Emma Cameron, Cinnamon Rain
There, at a depth to which divers would find it difficult to descend, are caverns, haunts, and dusky mazes, where monstrous creatures multiply and destroy each other. Huge crabs devour fish and are devoured in their turn. Hideous shapes of living things, not created to be seen by human eyes wander in this twilight. Vague forms of antennae, tentacles, fins, open jaws, scales, and claws, float about there, quivering, growing larger, or decomposing and perishing in the gloom, while horrible swarms of swimming things prowl about seeking their prey.To gaze into the depths of the sea is, in the imagination, like beholding the vast unknown, and from its most terrible point of view. The submarine gulf is analogous to the realm of night and dreams. There also is sleep, unconsciousness, or at least apparent unconsciousness, of creation. There in the awful silence and darkness, the rude first forms of life, phantomlike, demoniacal, pursue their horrible instincts.
— Victor Hugo, The Toilers of the Sea
The sea stood up before him, foaming, torn by lightning bolts, opening terrifying mouths that gobbled up the dense, hard black rains unleashed by the sky like hate.
— Jean-François Beauchemin
Maybe you're getting into the rhythm of sailing life," says James. He looks out at the waves that are rolling in to lap against the dock. "You know, the tides going in and then out, the wind blowing east and then west, the high of a perfect day out on the water, the low of a thunderstorm or a wind that won't go your way.
— Melissa C. Walker, Unbreak My Heart
I find it very difficult to talk here now because I'm watching the sea all the time. The sea always makes me watch it all the time. I've spent hours and hours not just on the sea but just watching wave after wave come in. If it's an image of anything, I think it's an image of our own unconscious, the unconscious of our own minds... or you can put it the other way around, and that is that we have a sea in us. After all, we are sea creatures that learnt to walk on the land, are we not? And perhaps one way or another we go back to it. Every night when we dream we go back into that kind of depths, and that kind of beauty and monstrosity and mystery. So really the sea is not a single image, it can really image almost anything that the human mind can discover.
— William Golding
That night, the sea had invaded the land.
— Lexie Conyngham, A Splendid Salmagundi
I'm less amazed with your success and more with how you remain unaffected by what it brings with it.
— Ramana Pemmaraju
You may reach the tree top,and seem to touch the sky , but know that the tree your resting on, is grounded and rooted in the soil ,deep in the earth.
— Henrietta Newton Martin ,Legal Consultant & Author
Are you preparing yourself today for a better tomorrow? If not, how can you dare to live a better tomorrow?
— Seema Brain Openers
How you start your day lays out how well you live it.
— Sravani Saha Nakhro
Your life is the outcome of all the choices you make
— Sravani Saha Nakhro
Radical optimism is a wide screen view of the moment nay the inconceivable, as you please.
— Sravani Saha Nakhro
Three tips to stay in your strength zone. 1. Know your top five strengths.2. Align with them.3. Practice gratitude.
— Sravani Saha Nakhro
Remember this: You are the benchmark of your success - you define it. Don't let anyone else define it because if you do, you will fail. Appreciate those who support you and challenge those who don't
— Martina Navratilova, Shape Your Self: My 6-Step Diet and Fitness Plan to Achieve the Best Shape of Your Life
Fearlessness is like a muscle. The more you exercise it, the more natural it becomes to not let your fears run you.
— Sravani Saha Nakhro
The crowd often expects a repeat of the old and well-known traditions. In your quest to innovate and pursue your dreams, ignore the crowd.
— Vincent Wambua Nzoka, The POWER to THRIVE: Key Practical Success Principles to Empower You to Breakthrough in Life Extremes!
Nobody is, was, will be born smart. But for you to be smart, and act smart, you need to think smart always. It is not a subject of your alma mater, it is the side and fries of what the genius within can comprehend, comply and captivate. In every beginning has a twelve kick start, promotion of the relativity of your new thinking, the story of a bunch of math and the spirit of a wonder apple.
— Prince Akwarandu
Success is the accomplishment of any number of possible aims, dreams, aspirations or goals. It’s very personal and unique to you. Your greatest desire could be someone else’s idea of hell; you might want to be an award-winning chef while your best friend hates cooking.
— Nigel Cumberland, 100 Things Successful People Do: Little Exercises for Successful Living
Your illusion can become a reality, when you let go of your fears.
— Knisztina
Right thinking plus right action equals right results." ~ Dr. MaryAnn Diorio
— Dr. MaryAnn Diorio
It’s time someone said it, average living (read middle-class) is not good enough
— Mark Maish
When I was in South Africa during a windy day, the zebras would not walk out into the open. The wind would carry their scent to lions, so the zebras would starve for the day in order to survive another. It made me think about how time management and success strategy involves sacrifice and discomfort for an overall positive outcome applied to all aspects of LIFE, BUSINESS and the WILD.
— Eric Zaccone
Run your own race. Fear creeps in when we compare ourselves too much with others.
— Sanchita Pandey
Financial success is only partial success.
— Maddy Malhotra, How to Build Self-Esteem and Be Confident: Overcome Fears, Break Habits, Be Successful and Happy
You cant get to other site, with out being in this site, so you must start from this site, to get to other site !
— "Beta" Metani' Marashi
Our best friend and our worst enemy reside within us. Unfortunately, most of us access the latter far more often than the former.
— Maddy Malhotra, How to Build Self-Esteem and Be Confident: Overcome Fears, Break Habits, Be Successful and Happy
Is it more important for you to know what happened in the First World War or to memorize other significant dates in history, or is it more important to learn the strategies they used for optimum leadership, success and joyful living? Don't you think schools need to teach the latter?
— Maddy Malhotra, How to Build Self-Esteem and Be Confident: Overcome Fears, Break Habits, Be Successful and Happy
Is it more important for you to know who created which mathematical theorem or to memorize formulas which you will never use, or is it more important to learn how to add happiness, peace, love, and money - and how to subtract negative emotions? Don't you think schools need to teach the latter?
— Maddy Malhotra, How to Build Self-Esteem and Be Confident: Overcome Fears, Break Habits, Be Successful and Happy
Is it more important for you to know the science of planets and of sea life, or is it more important to learn the science of happiness, loving relationships, positive parenting and becoming rich? Don't you think schools need to teach the latter?
— Maddy Malhotra, How to Build Self-Esteem and Be Confident: Overcome Fears, Break Habits, Be Successful and Happy
Information is the key to success, anywhere and everywhere.
— Abhishek Ratna, No Parking. No Halt. Success Non Stop!
You must showcase your work, achievements and performance in the best possible manner.
— Abhishek Ratna, No Parking. No Halt. Success Non Stop!
Listen to others very carefully. Shut your inner noise and focus on verbal and non verbal cues.
— Abhishek Ratna, No Parking. No Halt. Success Non Stop!
It is important to understand the objective of every race. Sometimes it is important to win. Sometimes it is more than enough if you just complete the race.
— Abhishek Ratna, No Parking. No Halt. Success Non Stop!
Spend more time with people who bring out the best in you.
— Abhishek Ratna, No Parking. No Halt. Success Non Stop!
Great achievers see failure as a stepping stone to success.
— Godwin Elendu Ph.D
Work with whatever tool you may have at your disposal, and you shall find better tool as you go ahead.
— Godwin Elendu Ph.D
So many businesses today have wind-up because of fear of failing.
— Godwin Elendu Ph.D
The bold display of our unattractive parts is an effective substitute for beauty since it duplicates beauty's principal effects, namely the excitation of admiration, charm, and envy in the beholder, who is moved to wish that they too could carry their own defects with the same ease.
— Agona Apell
Sometimes its better to take the stairs because till the time the other person opens the door of the elevator, you reach your destination.
— Ameya Agrawal
Always see things through till the end, miracles happen right before your about to give up!!
— Essa Alam
When it comes to our own well being, it is not a matter of doing the math, it is a matter of choosing the formula. When you add up the numbers, keep the primary factors in mind. Then multiply all sums by a positive outlook. The numbers will inevitably change and so will any undesirable equivalence. The math is merely the meter for the moment in an ever changing flux of the dynamic human equation.
— Tom Althouse
Being surrounded by successful people, doesn't mean you made it.
— Unarine Ramaru
Preparation will relieve you from pressures. Stay prepared and you will not need to worry about pressures
— Richard Okorie
All of us know at least one drama queen or drama king. These people love to yell and make a scene when they’re offended. While all of that screaming might make them feel better in the short term, in the long term it does nothing for their careers or their relationships. Seriously, how often can you give someone a piece of your mind before you run out of brain?
— Monica F Anderson
In the fulfillment of every divine destiny, there are seasons of shadows and season of sunshine, recognizing the season makes the journey beautiful.
— Richard Okorie
We all take the path leading to the mountain but don’t realize how cold it is at the top!
— Judress
There is only one success — to be able to spend your life in your own way.
— Christopher Morley, Where the Blue Begins
If I die tomorrow, you aren't allowed to say my life was cut short at age 25. I did more in those years than most people will ever do.
— Alisa Mullen, Unrequited
When you stop making excuses, you start making progress!
— Lasean Rinique, Congratulations! You Just Lost Your J.O.B
That your friend is succeeding does not mean you are failing.
— Samuel Odewale
I am of the opinion that a tantric lifestyle can not only build successful individuals, but it has the potential to shape successful yet harmonious communities and even business enterprises.
— Vishwas Chavan, Vishwasutras: Universal Principles for Living: Inspired by Real-Life Experiences
When Today Is Properly Lived With Purpose, Love And Passion, There Is No Fear For Tomorrow.
— Yemi Akinsiwaju
Someone’s darkness disappears when you show up and allow your light to shine
— Yemi Akinsiwaju
Focus only on your successes and you will never know failure...
— Stephen Richards
Life is about exercising your God-given dominion, loving and serving God, loving and serving mankind and fulfilling the unique and specific God-given purpose
— E.K. Hammond
With the harmonious balance between materialist nature and spiritual attitude, it is possible to be affluent yet with the soul of a saint. Such a state is a synthesis of matter and soul; the Rich Monk is a way to be rich in two ways.
— Vishwas Chavan, Vishwasutras: Universal Principles for Living: Inspired by Real-Life Experiences
Your past success is link into what the future holds for you.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
History shows: Whenever people try to pull you down, you will reach peaks of success. You just need the ability to ignore.
— Debalina Haldar
If you want success and wealth, then stop spending too much time on cyber world.
— Ehabib
Intention has little power, if any - it´s what you DO that has the power to change your life and the world around you.
— Jan Marie Mueller
If you want to be successful, you must respect one rule: Never lie to yourself!
There is always something good and unique in the life of every woman so put those talents and wisdom to good use today, by so doing you will make your world a better place than you met it.
— Jaachynma N.E. Agu
19.	All possibilities I will attemptAnd as I am here now,Knowing what I know now,I have faith in myselfThat I will succeedAnd I will succeed.And I will succeed.
— Priscilla Koranteng, Trails to the Stream: Poetry and Inspiration for Everyday Living
A high education is a key to get desired job but the skill stay you on.
— Amama Sheikh
Alas! Alas!When in the skies there are no limitsonly the forceful perseverance of the mind stripping through cloudsand creating the ever so beautiful shades of abundant success.
— Priscilla Koranteng, Trails to the Stream: Poetry and Inspiration for Everyday Living
A reawakening to a new world.Tendered with immense prospectsConcealed in the unknown
— Priscilla Koranteng, Trails to the Stream: Poetry and Inspiration for Everyday Living
For if you look closelyAt the so called idols of the worldThey have something in common.They were ignorantThey ignored the noiseThey created their own path.
— Priscilla Koranteng, Trails to the Stream: Poetry and Inspiration for Everyday Living
All possibilities I will attemptAnd as I am here now,Knowing what I know now,I have faith in myselfThat I will succeedAnd I will succeed.And I will succeed.
— Priscilla Koranteng, Trails to the Stream: Poetry and Inspiration for Everyday Living
Feeling like a winner.There is no need for a race after all.I just mastered how to walkDifferently this time.
— Priscilla Koranteng, Trails to the Stream: Poetry and Inspiration for Everyday Living
You are your artYour are your songYou are your craft.You are all the immaculate designs of which you dream
Integrity is the essence of everything successful.
— R. Buckminster Fuller
Majority of folks out there are trying to make a difference. Don't just make a difference
—  become the difference!
Your responsibility is your accurate response to the ability within you, when you respond less accurately than the ability you have it becomes irresponsibility.
— Jaachynma N.E. Agu
IT’S MY CHOICEI get a gift every morning, the gift of a new day, It’s up to me whether I make it bright, joyful or grey.I can choose to be Happy, Successful and Content,Or dishonor it with worry, anger or resent.
— Maddy Malhotra
There are three perquisites for living:1. Be yourself.2. Get over yourself (Things people have done to you
—  things you have done to others)3. Have a strong commitment to something greater than yourself.
The way I choose to start my day sets its tone. When I make the decision to begin by giving thanks for the positive things in my life, no matter how seemingly few or bountiful they might be, I am setting the flow for new opportunities to come my way. Each and every day I will remind myself that I can steer my outcome in any direction I wish by the actions I take. The steps I take day in and day out are the determining factors as to whether or not I achieve the success I desire. I take comfort in knowing that I have control over the actions I choose to do or not do.
— Josh Hinds, It's Your Life, Live BIG
The First and Worst sin couples commit against one another is not adultery but Negligence because it's Negligence that breeds adultery..watch it couples , do not hold back in giving that care and attention.
— Jaachynma N.E. Agu
Success requires, a human touch, intuitive powers and provocative thinking processes
— Julian Pencilliah
You will need to know when to be assertive and wise enough to know when to exercise patience
— Julian Pencilliah
When there is no leverage or no incentive, all brains get stuck.
— Tony "Mindset Matters" Dovale
Do your beliefs create your goals or are your beliefs a result of achieving your goals?
— Julian Pencilliah
We need to awaken the intellectual maverick within ourselves
— Julian Pencilliah
Failures is simply a way to your success.
— Glenda Radores
Dreams begin when you stop to pick up the penny - you realize the continual effort you must endure to have something worth obtaining.
— Bernice Miller