Sea Quotes

“The sea, once it casts it's spell, holds one in it's net of wonder forever.”
― Jacques Cousteau

“So I shall die," said the little mermaid, "and as the foam of the sea I shall be driven about never again to hear the music of the waves, or to see the pretty flowers nor the red sun. Is there anything I can do to win an immortal soul?”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid

“Each wave that kisses the shore carries a tale from the ocean's heart.”
― Aloo Denish Obiero

“She was sea and sky and stone and blood and wings and earth and stars and darkness and light and bone and flame.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood

“There is a lot of this kind of sadness here. It slips in like the fog at night. The fog that creeps out of the ocean to survey the land that one day she thinks will eventually be hers.”
― Samantha Hunt, The Seas

“Grow through grief, for in the end, it will only reveal a new horizon ..a sunrise even after the sun sank into the sea.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Anon his heart revives: her vespers done,
Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees;
Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one;
Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees
Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees:
Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed,
Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees,
In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed,
But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.”
― John Keats

“The sea was an oasis of gold under the afternoon sun.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Until August

“When the wind howls at sea, when the waves break against the cliffs, one hears voices from memory.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, The Story Of A Shipwrecked Sailor

“As funny as he thinks a fish would look, he wonders how the sea felt when her inhabitants started walking away. He wonders if maybe that’s why she keeps eating away at the land, trying to take back what it stole.”
― S.L. Coney, Wild Spaces

“The sky was hazed over and not
a breeze stirred the surface of the sea, at the
margin of which the small waves were breaking in a listless line, over and over, like a hem
being turned endlessly by a sleepy seamstress”
― John Banville, The Sea

“Ah, the Pacific, the silent witness to Lima's relentless evolution since its founding, what are your secrets, will you ever tell us?”
― Ryan Gelpke, Peruvian Nights

“Maelstrom Rock by Stewart Stafford

O, obsidian jagged island,
This playground of the gods,
Distant white novice waves,
In warhorse slam into rock.

Be this witchcraft or wit's raft?
Conducting the vast elements,
With lava-hot passion mustered,
Spinning whirlpool shipwreck tales.

A walker between the winds comes,
Both Nature and shaman within it,
Of coral and shell and weed growth,
Compassion at flaying whip's end.

Bid goodbye to the demi-paradise!
On the gloomy prow, watch it flee,
An aria's dreams of magic ebbing,
Freed thralls clasp earthly chains.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“To stare into the spiral of a shell was to see the swirl of a galaxy, the logarithmic spiral of life itself, the intertwined miracle of art and science.”
― Adrienne Brodeur, Little Monsters

“To sense stillness in the eye of the storm, to know what remains unshaken in the turbulent seas, to know what is truly beautiful amid the stagnant filth....is to know grace walking through the grit...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The moon swims in the sea of darkness, enriching the night while bathing the earth with a tender light....”
― Jayita Bhattacahrjee

“The sea is not made of water. Creatures are its genes.”
― Adam Nicolson, The Sea Is Not Made of Water: Life Between the Tides

“En dan de zee, mijn oude vriendin, al te lang was ik niet bij jou.”
― Max Beckmann

“Our final goodbye was a bittersweet blend of beauty and sorrow. It conjured up images of seafarers bidding adieu to their kin before embarking on perilous voyages, their smiles masking a poignant awareness of the uncertainties that lay ahead. Never coming back.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“In the sea of problems, even great swimmers can drown.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“It was a quote by Isak Dinesen. 'The cure for anything is salt water--sweat, tears, or the sea.”
― Marc Cameron, Open Carry

“oh wind of the enormous sea
Whose sharp odor of salt revives the force in me,
Oh wind of the wide sea, carry sorrows away.”
― Renée Vivien, The Muse of the Violets: Poems

“All is white where the moon pours her shower.
At her feet groans the tormented sea.
Serene, she sees solitude flower
In the night, and chastity.”
― Renée Vivien, The Muse of the Violets: Poems

“LET'S CRUSH THESE PATHETIC SAILORS THAT SLIME THE SEAS!”
― Ellie Dow

“There is a sea not far from us. It is invisible, but it is not hidden. It is forbidden to speak of it. Yet it is a sin and a sign of ingratitude not to.”
― Rumi (Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi)

“Sólo debo agregar que en aquel día
Nació en mi mente la inquietud y el ansia
De hacer en verso lo que en ola y ola
Dios a mi vista sin cesar creaba.
Desde ese entonces data la ferviente
Y abrasadora sed que me arrebata:
Es que, en verdad, desde que existe el inundo,
La voz del mar en mi persona estaba.”
― Nicanor Parra, Poemas y antipoemas

“Così, tra un piatto di pesce pescato in mattinata, e preparato in modo semplice, con olio d’oliva, aglio, limone e spezie, e un vassoio di cannoli altrettanto freschi, complici un paio di bicchieri, per ciascuno, di nero d’Avola, succede che si sciolgano parecchio le lingue. Così accade che le informazioni che dovevano essere rigorosamente riservate, si mescolino innocentemente con l’aria fresca del tramonto, con il brusio della gente che fa la propria sgambata serale nel quartiere Politeama, con il canto serale delle rondini e delle cinciallegre”
― Stefano Gelati, Il Regno delle due Italie

“Sea Lullaby

The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood,

A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathings of silk,

The sea creeps to pillage,
She leaps on her prey;
A child of the village
Was murdered today.

She came up to meet him
In a smooth golden cloak,
She choked him and beat him
To death, for a joke.

Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy,
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy.

Now in silence she lingers
Beside him all night
To wash her long fingers
In silvery light.”
― Elinor Wylie

“Sarebbe impossibile narrarvi delle bellezze delle spiagge, della pianura che s'innalza man mano ad anfiteatro, della poesia delle barche: golette, bilancine e speronare che solcano le onde. Impressioni di questo genere mettono l'animo in subbuglio, ma rendono impotente la penna.
(Valentine Fréville, Mes voyage sur le cotes de l'Adriatique, 1872)”
― Valentine Fréville

“There is salt in my tears,
And there is salt in the sea

The depth in both is bottomless,
Must be protecting something underneath”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal