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There is hope from the sea, but none from the grave.
-Proverb
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I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning to sail my ship.
-Louisa May Alcott
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The ocean moans over dead men's bones.
-Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest
based on a verse fragment by Robert Louis Stevenson in Treasure Island
-Young Ewing Allison
from the poem Derelict
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Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.
-Hans Christian Andersen
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A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man, who has no gills.
-Ambrose Bierce
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Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
-Hermann Broch
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Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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As usual I finish the day before the sea, sumptuous this evening beneath the moon, which writes Arab symbols with phosphorescent streaks on the slow swells. There is no end to the sky and the waters. How well they accompany sadness!
-Albert Camus
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There is no drop of water in the ocean, not even in the deepest parts of the abyss, that does not know and respond to the mysterious forces that create the tide.
-Rachel Carson
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The sea -- this 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.
-Joseph Conrad
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The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
-Joseph Conrad
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To me, the sea is like a person -- like a child that I've known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea I talk to it. I never feel alone when I'm out there.
-Gertrude Ederle
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The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it... Beware of me, it says, but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Praise the sea; on shore remain.
-John Florio
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I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began.
-William Hazlitt
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He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.
-George Herbert
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When men come to like a sea-life, they are not fit to live on land.
-Samuel Johnson
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Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory!
-John Keats
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I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it is because in addition to the fact that the sea changes and the light changes, and ships change, it is because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch it, we are going back from whence we came.
-John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Remarks at the Australian Ambassador's Dinner for the America's Cup Crews, The Breakers, Newport, Rhode Island, September 14, 1962
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There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
-James Russell Lowell
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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.
-John Edward Masefield
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I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
-John Edward Masefield
from Sea Fever
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There had been an autumn storm of wind and rain, lasting for three days. Thunderous had been the crash of billows on the rocks, wild the white spray and spume that blew over the bar, troubled and misty and tempest-torn the erstwhile blue peace of Four Winds Harbor. Now it was over, and the shore lay clean-washed after the storm; not a wind stirred, but there was still a fine surf on, dashing on sand and rock in a splendid white turmoil--the only restless thing in the great, pervading stillness and peace.
-Lucy Maud Montgomery
Anne's House of Dreams , Chapter 10
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You are the daughter of the sea,
oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.
Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;
your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
conjoined in you like a formula for clay.
Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
This is how you become everything that lives.
And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest -
vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.
-Pablo Neruda
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Books about Oceans
