My first encounter with the ocean was on the Jersey Shore when I was three years old and I got knocked over by a wave. The ocean certainly got my attention! It wasn't frightening, it was more exhilarating.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.
It's not the sea that drowns you-it's the puddle.
I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.
God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.
XXIX Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller, there is no path The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again Traveller, there is no road Only wakes in the sea.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
Our ancestors took this land. They took it and made it and held it. We do not give up what our ancestors gave us. They came across the sea and they fought here, and they built here and they're buried here. This is our land, mixed with our blood, strengthened with our bone. Ours!
The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.
What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!
Whoever commands the sea, commands the trade; whosoever commands the trade of the world commands the riches of the world, and consequently the world itself.
The boisterous sea of liberty is never without a wave.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
Don't swim against the current. Stay in the river, become the river; and the river is already going to the sea. This is the great teaching.
You can go to the moon or walk under the sea, or anything else you like, but painting remains painting because it eludes such investigation. It remains there like a question. And it alone gives the answer.
Do you want to change the world? Then change yourself first. Do you want to change yourself? Then remain completely silent inside the silence-sea.
His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.
O proudly name their names who bravely sail: To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!
Many of the most highly publicized events of my presidency are not nearly as memorable or significant in my life as fishing with my daddy.
A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea, trailed along the beach, and drifted back to the sea again, wondering where to go next. On a mad impulse it went up to the beach again. It drifted back to sea.
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine.
I need the sea because it teaches me
The scripture is filled with examples of genuine masculinity; you could mine David's story for probably a year by itself. And we have to get the masculinity of Jesus back. Not the pale-faced altar boy, but the man that made a weapon and cleared the temple, who boldly cast out demons and calmed the raging sea.
Tall windows show Infinity; And, hard reality, The candles weep and pry and dance Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me.
