There is hope from the sea, but none from the grave. – Proverb
The ocean moans over dead mens bones. – Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Fifteen men on the Dead Mans Chest – Young Ewing Allison
Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea. – Hans Christian Andersen
A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man, who has no gills. – Ambrose Bierce
Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part. – Hermann Broch
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron
As usual I finish the day before the sea, sumptuous this evening beneath the moon, which writes Arab symbols with phosphorescent streaks on the slow swells. There is no end to the sky and the waters. How well they accompany sadness! – Albert Camus
There is no drop of water in the ocean, not even in the deepest parts of the abyss, that does not know and respond to the mysterious forces that create the tide. – Rachel Carson
To me, the sea is like a person — like a child that Ive known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea I talk to it. I never feel alone when Im out there. – Gertrude Ederle
The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it… Beware of me, it says, but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began. – William Hazlitt
When men come to like a sea-life, they are not fit to live on land. – Samuel Johnson
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! – John Keats
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by. – John Edward Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. – John Edward Masefield
