Often I have thought of the day when I gazed for the first time at the sea.
The sea is vast, the sea is wide, my eyes roved far and wide and longed to be
free. But there was the horizon. Why a horizon, when I wanted the infinite
from life?

I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.

An entire sea of water can’t sink a ship unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly, the negativity of the world can’t put you down unless you allow it to get inside you.

In battle, in forest, at the precipice in the mountains
On the dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows,
In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame,
The good deeds a man has done before defend him.

The sea can bind us to her many moods, whispering to us by the subtle token of a shadow or a gleam upon the waves, and hinting in these ways of her mournfulness or rejoicing. Always she is remembering old things, and these memories, though we may not grasp them, are imparted to us, so that we share her gaiety or remorse.

I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.

And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore.

Timid men prefer the calm of despotism to the tempestuous sea of liberty.

I do know one thing. I’ve seen strange things happen in the strait. But I know something else. Sea gives you an opportunity, you take it.

I have a birthmark on the inside of my left knee that resembles an upside-down sea horse.

I stepped from Plank to Plank, A slow and cautious way; The Stars about my Head I felt, About my Feet the Sea!

To gain the sea, with one small sail, to venture in expertest ship, is Heavenly.

Puberty for a girl is like floating down a broadening river into an open sea.

Life is . . . a stream flowing from high mountain ranges which wring it from the clouds, coursing down through all the manifold ways in which the water comes down at Lodore to the sea of eternity. Adolescence is the chief rapids in this river of life which may cut a deep canyon and leave its shores a desert.

The sky is so close to the sea that it is difficult to tell which is reflected in the other, which one needs the other, which one is dominating the other.

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea I’ll sail the world to find you

God buries our sins in the depths of the sea and then puts up a sign that reads, “No fishing.”

Praise the sea, but keep on the land.

By constantly keep one’s attention on the Source, the ego is dissolved in that Source like a salt-doll in the sea.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

Our Lord unlocked my mind, sent me upon the sea, and gave me fire for the deed

We have always said that in our war with the Arabs we had a secret weapon — no alternative. The Egyptians could run to Egypt, the Syrians into Syria. The only place we could run was into the sea, and before we did that we might as well fight.

To course across more kindly waters now my talent’s little vessel lifts her sails, leaving behind herself a sea so cruel; and what I sing will be that second kingdom, in which the human soul is cleansed of sin, becoming worthy of ascent to Heaven.

My course is set for an uncharted sea.

Those who dive in the sea of affliction bring up rare pearls.

Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell.

I am looking forward enormously to getting back to the sea again, where the overstimulated psyche can recover in the presence of that infinite peace and spaciousness

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased

He had a small house near the sea, but to go to the beach had to go through in front of a bar, I never bathed me.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

I cannot live on an island of prosperity when I’m surrounded by a sea of misery.

The guerrilla must move amongst the people as a fish swims in the sea.

One can no more set fire to the sea,
than convince people of the dangers of happiness – And yet, we know that though the smallest shock is fatal
to the filled up bottle, that shock will not break
the empty one.

There was a water-drop, it joined the sea,
A speck of dust, it was fused with earth;
what of your entering and leaving this world?
A fly appeared, and disappeared.

The sea has neither meaning nor pity.

The legislator is like the navigator of a ship on the high seas. He can steer the vessel on which he sails, but he cannot alter its construction, raise the wind, or stop the waves from swelling beneath his feet.

I like to help the whales, the otters, and the dolphins. When I’m acting and I take a break, the first thing on my list is spending time by the sea.