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I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
Do not wish to jump immediately from the streams to the sea, because one has to go through easier things to the more difficult.
When you're on the open sea and you drop 10, 12 feet and your stomach goes up around your neck - that's when you have problems.
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
'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.
Sitting on a plastic chair at night listening to the sea lapping below while sipping a cold beer is about as good as life gets.
The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.
Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of 'creature comforts,' a sea-voyage would be delightful.
I'm a bit claustrophobic, I don't like crowds, I live by the sea - that's what I see when I come out of my house in Bridlington.
What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.
No matter how important a man at sea may consider himself, unless he is fundamentally worthy the sea will some day find him out.
By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.
A lot of Pacific island nations are sinking below sea level; they could easily transition slowly into becoming floating nations.
My last picture for Warners was Romance on the High Seas. It was Doris Day's first picture; that was before she became a virgin.
For all at last return to the sea- to Oceanus, the ocean river, like the ever-flowing stream of time, the beginning and the end.
There is the churning and the boiling of the sea, and the foam on top of it and that is what man is, churning and foam together.
Me, I'm spiritually retarded, I need to be knee deep in water with a fly rod in my hands, that's about as close to God as I get.
On his 916th game as coach at University of Alabama - I've been here so long that when I got here the Dead Sea wasn't even sick.
I have managed to conquer my fear of fire one fish at a time. I've gone from eating sushi to prawns, to baking sea bass fillets.
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly... Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!
I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.
I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.
My objects dream and wear new costumes, compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands and the sea that bangs in my throat.
O wise man! Give your wealth only to the worthy and never to others. The water of the sea received by the clouds is always sweet.
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead
His books are kept on freestanding shelves hung at different angles on a sea-green wall. They defy gravity, as good books should.
Better to be happy with the cod fish in your plate now, than to linger for the taste of a tuna that is still swimming in the sea.
The American President resembles the commander of a ship at sea. He must have a helm to grasp, a course to steer, a port to seek.
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast.
There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.
An intense copper calm, like a universal yellow lotus, was more and more unfolding its noiseless measureless leaves upon the sea.
To die for the racists is lighter than a feather, but to die for the people is heavier than any mountain and deeper than any sea.
There is no more thrilling sensation I know of than sailing. It comes as near to flying as man has got to yet - except in dreams.
The sea is whipping the skyThe sky is whipping the seaYou can hide away forever from the stormBut you'll never hide away from me.
For me, my craft is sailing on,Through mists to-day, clear seas anon.Whate'er the final harbor be'T is good to sail upon the sea!
repression, however, is not the most obvious characteristic of the sea; the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
How much more infinite a sea is man? Be not so childish as to measure him from head to foot and think you have found his borders.
Fishing is taking a huge toll on the planet's ecosystem. We are emptying the oceans, seas, lakes, and rivers as we fish them dry.
When it comes to politics, one has to do as one at sea with a sailing ship, reach one's course having regard to prevailing winds.
Augmenting your appearance so drastically that it elicits a reaction from literally every acquaintance you greet is a sea change.
I would love to hone my skills and learn Indian classical music. It's a vast sea of melodies and ragas, and I enjoy it immensely.
Hill and valley, seas and constellations, are but stereotypes of divine ideas appealing to and answered by the living soul of man.
I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.
I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old.
... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.
The closer I move To death, one man through his sundered hulks, The louder the sun blooms And the tusked, ramshackling sea exults.
Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! List, ye landsmen all, to me; Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea.
Rains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.
Ah, monsieur, to live in the bosom of the sea! Only there can independence be found! There I recognize no master! There I am free!