For a bag of pepper, they could cut each other's throats without hesitation, and would forswear their souls. . . The bizarre obstinacy of that desire made them defy death in a thousand shapes; the unknown seas, the loathsome diseases; wounds, captivity, hunger, pestilence and despair. It made them great! By heavens! It made them heroic; and it made them pathetic, too, in their craving for trade with the inflexible death levying its toll on young and old
Love has no uttermost, as the starshave no number and the sea no rest.
I deep sea fish a lot.
Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
I love Miami; I miss it so much. I miss the beach, the peace it brings you. I love the sound and smell of the sea.
All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them
Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It’s a feeling inside that can hardly be contained.
The wind of God's grace is incessantly blowing. Lazy sailors on the sea of life do not take advantage of it. But the active and strong always keep the sails of their minds unfurled to catch the favorable winds and thus reach their destination very soon.
'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.
I had a role in developing the doctrine From the Sea, which was later modified to Forward From the Sea. But the way we looked at the situation was that the world we live in is a dangerous place. There's a violent peace out there, there are going to be problems over the horizon, and certainly that proved to be true.
I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.
find light in the beautiful sea. I choose to be happy.
The desert is a spiritual place, we vaguely understand, and the sea the mere playground of our hedonism.
Tomorrow may never come to us. We do not live in tomorrow. We cannot find it in any of our title-deeds. The man who owns whole blocks of real estate, and great ships on the sea, does not own a single minute of tomorrow. Tomorrow! It is a mysterious possibility, not yet born. It lies under the seal of midnight-behind the veil of glittering constellations.
It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.
The feeling of being at sea has put me in touch with who I am to a greater degree than if I had been on land all these years. So, in a roundabout way, I imagine it does inform my acting.
Fiction does not invent out of a vacuum, but it invents; and what it invents is, first, the fabric and cadence of language, and then a slant of idea that sails out of these as a fin lifts from the sea.
I was so keen to get back to sea. I was rattled.