America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shinning sea!
To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare's, the Cornish sea.
And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love - of love, eternal and illimitable, not bounded by the confines of this world, or by the end of time, but ranging still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away!
Life's a vast sea That does its mighty errand without fail, Painting in unchanged strength though waves are changing.
If you are very lucky, you're allowed to be in certain places during just the right season of your life: by the sea for the summer when you're seven or eight and full of the absolute need to swim until dark and exhaustion close their hands together, cupping you in between.
And if ye angler take fysshe; surely thenne is there noo man merier than he is in his spyryte.
This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.
The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.
Some have suggested that ideally there must be some international body that would treat areas like the Arctic as a global commerce, a bit like the way we treat the sea. It doesn't belong to any particular country, but to all of us, but I'm not sure some of the powerful are ready for that sort of solution.
A victory? What have we won? We've won a rock in the middle of a wasteland, on the shores of a poisoned sea.
It is true that many of the Sea Shepherd crewmembers are inexperienced, but the fact is that these volunteers bring a passion to the project that cannot be found in a hired crew.
Datin'is a lot like fishin'. Sometimes catch and release is the best method.
But having said that, there's also a sea change in attitude towards media.
In high seas or in low seas, I'm gonna be your friend. . . I'm gonna be your friend. In high tide or in low tide, I'll be by your side. . . I'll be by your side.
The sea, vast and wild as it is, bears thus the waste and wrecks of human art to its remotest shore. There is no telling what it may not vomit up.
What is peddled about nowadays as philosophy, especially that of N. S. [National Socialism], but has nothing to do with the inner truth and greatness of that movement [namely the encounter between global technology and modern humanity] is nothing but fishing in that troubled sea of values and totalities.
This is what I like about life at sea. It’s one long voyage of discovery. Solid water! What will they think of next? Hopefully a pony who solves crimes.
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.
Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone, But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown.
There is nothing like lying flat on your back on the deck, alone except for the helmsman aft at the wheel, silence except for the lapping of the sea against the side of the ship. At that time you can be equal to Ulysses and brother to him.