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Sea Quotes (page 14)

Isabel Allende quote: "Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her..."
Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy. Isabel Allende
All day long you sit and sew, Stitch life down for fear it grow, Stitch life down for fear we guess. At the hidden ugliness. Dusty voice that throbs with heat, Hoping with your steel-thin beat. To put stitches in my mind, Make it tidy, make it kind, You shall not: I'll keep it free. Though you turn earth, sky and sea. To a patchwork quilt to keep. Your mind snug and warm in sleep! Edith Sitwell
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea. Antoine de Saint-Exupery
A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea. F. Scott Fitzgerald
He needed the people and the clamour around him. There was no questions and no doubts when he stood on a platform over a sea of faces; the air was heavy, compact, saturated with a single solvent-admiration; there was no room for anything else. He was great; great as the number of people who told him so. He was right; right as the number of people who believed it. He looked at the faces, at the eyes, he saw himself born in them, he saw himself granted the gift of life. That was Peter... Ayn Rand
You see all the other fellows were so active and earnest and all that sort of thing- always rampaging, and skirmishing, and scouring the desert sands, and pacing the margin of the sea, and chasing knights all over the place, and devouring damsels, and going on generally- whereas I liked to get my meals regular and then to prop my back against a bit of rock and snooze a bit, and wake up and think of things going on and how they kept going on just the same, you know! Kenneth Grahame
Here's a health to our Captain, so gallant and free. Whether stuck on a rock or asleep 'neath a tree. Or rolled in the arms of some nymph of the sea. Which is where we would all like to be, man! Margaret Atwood
E. E. Cummings quote: "for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it's always ourselves..."
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it's always ourselves we find in the sea. E. E. Cummings
You might say that he had lost the gift of evoking the perfumes of life: sea water, the smoke of burning hemlock, and the breasts of women. He had damaged, you might say, the ear's innermost chamber, where we hear the heavy noise of the dragon's tail moving over the dead leaves. John Cheever
I Keep six honest serving-men: (They taught me all I knew) Their names are What and Where and When And How and Why and Who. I send them over land and sea, I send them east and west; But after they have worked for me, I give them all a rest. I let them rest from nine till five. For I am busy then, As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea, For they are hungry men: But different folk have different views: I know a person small— She keeps ten million serving-men, Who get no rest at all! She sends... Rudyard Kipling
And no more turn aside and brood. Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea. And all disheveled wandering stars. William Butler Yeats
And nothing that moves on land or sea Will seem so beautiful to me As the girl in pink on the milk-white horse Cantering over the sawdust course. Rachel Field
The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea. Ernest Hemingway
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies. Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings. Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things. As you rock on the misty sea. Eugene Field
One should only read books which bite and sting one. If the book we are reading does not wake us up with a blow to the head, what's the point in reading? A book must be the axe which smashes the frozen sea within us. Franz Kafka

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