sea

The sea - the truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of manly qualities - courage hardihood endurance faithfulness - has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.

I do not love the sea. The look of it is disquieting. There is something in the very sound of it that stirs the premonition felt while we listen to noble music we become inexplicably troubled.

There's never an end for the sea.

The only cure for seasickness is to sit on the shady side of an old church in the country.

The ocean and I have many pebbles To find and wash off and roll into shape.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

I liked to sail alone. The sea was the same as a girl to me - I did not want anyone else along.

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.

A poor woman from Manchester on being taken to the seaside is said to have expressed her delight on seeing for the first time something of which there was enough for everybody.

I must go down to the seas again to the lonely sea and the sky And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

He that will learn to pray let him go to sea.

Praise the sea on shore remain.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

Break break break On thy cold gray stones O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

How the excitement comes upon me to tell it all! In the quest of writing, the heart can speed up with anticipation--as it does, indeed, during the chase itself of whales. I can swear it, having done both, and I will tell YOU though other writers may not. My heart is beating fast; I am in pursuit; I want my victory--that you should see and hear and above all feel the reality behind these words. For they are but a mask. Not the mask that conceals, not a mask that I would have you strike through as mere appearance, or, worse, deceitful appearance. Words need not be that kind of mask, but a mask such as the ancient Greek actors wore, a mask that expresses rather than conceals the inner drama.(But do you know me? Una? You have shipped long with me in the boat that is this book. Let me assure you and tell you that I know you, even something of your pain and joy, for you are much like me. The contract of writing and reading requires that we know each other. Did you know that I try on your mask from time to time? I become a reader, too, reading over what I have just written. If I am your shipbuilder and captain, from time to time I am also your comrade. Feel me now, standing beside you, just behind your shoulder?)

Life is a sea of vibrant color. Jump in.

we met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes(I swear they are even if you--think otherwise): stormscalm ones, calmer than my--raging coals, empty and deadyou speak of souls like you believealways an optimist in pessimisticskin of ivory and titanium mesh...

Love the sea? I dote upon it - from the beach.