she’s gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

I’m from an island, so I’ve always been near the water. I don’t think I could live somewhere far from the sea.

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore — And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more.

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...

Duty is the great business of a sea officer; all private considerations must give way to it, however painful it may be.

Now she realized that she was not peering at a so-dark-blue-it-looked-black ocean, but rather she was looking straight through miles of incredibly clear water at something enormous and black in its nethermost depths. Maybe it...

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

As I read the Qur’an and prayed the Islamic prayers, a door to my heart was unsealed and I was immersed in an overwhelming tenderness.

I looked upon the sea, it was to be my grave

Eventually man, too, found his way back to the sea. Standing on its shores, he must have looked out upon it with wonder and curiosity, compounded with an unconscious recognition of his lineage. He could...

All that I desire in life are three…A wilderness: A beach on the sun-drenched sea,A puff of opium,And thee.

As we got closer to Montauk, she seemed to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turned the color of the sea.

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne...

You have to think of your career the way you look at the ocean, deciding which wave you’re gonna take and which waves you’re not gonna take. Some of the waves are going to be...

…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...

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)…

The American President resembles the commander of a ship at sea. He must have a helm to grasp, a course to steer, a port to seek.

i miss my brother likethe sea would miss saltif that were taken away.

Darwin may have been quite correct in his theory that man descended from the apes of the forest, but surely woman rose from the frothy sea, as resplendent as Aphrodite on her scalloped chariot.

Romantic waves beat deep in my chest of playful untouchable thoughts of you… As dreams are the threads I weave with care the path for you to me…the sky above lagoon with lovely lights, soft...

Nathaniel Philbrick’s ‘In the Heart of the Sea’ has rightfully taken its place as a classic for its literary merits. It has a special place in the cannibalism canon as well.

The meeting of the two lonely souls is the meeting of the dark sea with the moonlight.

The industrial way we fish for seafood is harming the marine habitats that all ocean life depends upon. Indiscriminate commercial fishing practices that include miles of driftnets, long lines with thousands of lethal hooks and...

Don’t worry over what the newspapers say. I don’t. Why should anyone else? I told the truth to the newspaper correspondents – but when you tell the truth to them they are at sea.

and I shall watch the ferry boats, and they’ll get high, on a bluer ocean against tomorrow’s sky. and i will never grow so old again, and i will walk and talk, in gardens all...

It’s one of the things I love about the sea, the way you can see weather afar. It’s like looking at the future.

The dark clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs – Font la mer noire)

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...

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...

When all the birds and all the fish join forces, the politicians will be forced to chew on and swallow their own slimy, wormlike words. But until the time that the sky and the sea...

How flat all sounds are at the seaside, flat and yet emphatic, like the sound of gunshots heard at a distance.

Seattle was built out on pilings over the sea, and at high tide the whole city seemed to come afloat like a ship lifting free from a mud berth and swaying in its chains.

In a sea of strangers,you’ve longed to know me.Your life spent sailingto my shores.

What an incomparable creature is the sea! (“Absolute Evil”)

My Floating Sea””Pastel colors reflect in my opening eyes and draw my gaze to a horizon where the waters both begin and end. This early in the day I can easily stare without blinking. The...

I don’t know if you saw the parting of the Red Sea with the chariots on the horses, I did stuff like that.

His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.

We have found that morals are not, like bacon, to be cured by hanging; nor, like wine, to be improved by sea voyages; nor, like honey, to be preserved in cells.

In a sea of trouble your thoughts are your lifeboat.

There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, look at it. It was a living thing that as as...

When the ship approached the equator, I stopped going out on deck in the daytime. The sun burned like a flame. The days had shortened and night came swiftly. One moment it was light, the...

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...

Count the times. The number of times you have seen the silence of another world seep though a crack. The number of times you have heard the sea trying to escape from the blue painted...

I am a pisces, a fish out of water, searching for a way back home.

The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea. I always chose the sea.

You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water. Don’t let yourself indulge in vain wishes.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.

You never enjoy the world aright, till the Sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars: and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of...

Little islands are all large prisons; one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.