Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mouth-watering Wild Sea quotations
Love her but leave her wild.
Water adopts the shape of its receptacle, it is sometimes a trickle and sometimes a wild sea.
But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?
The ocean is everything I want to be. Beautiful, mysterious, wild and free.
Can you imagine what it would feel like to become aware of an omnipresent ocean of wild divine love that has always been a secret to you in the same way that the sea is invisible to a fish?
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.
We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.
Never forget how wildly capable you are.
There are many wild beasts on land and in the sea, but the beastliest of all is woman.
The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.
My favorite wild animal is a narwhal - the unicorn of the sea.
It’s a whale with a tooth that sticks out of its head that’s almost two-thirds the length of its entire body.
Entire water of the sea can't sink a ship, unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly negativity of the world can't put you down unless you allow it to get inside you !
And then, the unspeakable purity - and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling, as if wild with glee.
You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.
You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.
We all carry these things inside that no one can see. They hold us down like anchors and they drown us out at sea.
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.
Gather yourself by the sea shore and I will love you there.
Assemble yourself with wild things, with songs of the sparrow and sea-foam. Let mad beauty collect itself in your eyes and it will shine - Calling me. For I long for a man with nests of wild things in his hair. A man who will Kiss the Flame.
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
I think music is a big, big wide world, and I am voyager on this particular ship in this sea of wild music, and I'm gonna dive in and find as many fish as I can and catch them all. I love music.
America was still a land of wonder. The ancient spell still hung unbroken over the wild, vast world of mystery beyond the sea,-a land of romance, adventure, and gold.
The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears or the sea.
I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home;
But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
There are few places in England where you can get so much wildness and desolation of sea and sandhills, wood, green marsh and grey saltings as at Wells in Norfolk.
I now understand the need for faith - pure, blind, fly-in-the-face-of-reason faith - as a small life preserver in the wild and endless sea of a universe ruled by unfeeling laws and totally indifferent to the small, reasoning beings that inhabit it.
What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame but something wild to run with.
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea.
When winds are raging o'er the upper oceanAnd billows wild contend with angry roar,'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotionThat peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests diethAnd silver waves chime ever peacefully,And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyethDisturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
Of all the wild beasts of land or sea, the wildest is woman.
The cure for everything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
For pale and trembling anger rushes in With faltering speech, and eyes that wildly stare, Fierce as the tiger, madder than the seas, Desperate and armed with more than human strength.
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch.
Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.
Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow;
"I hear the first young hard-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go! Northward o'er the icy rocks, Northward o'er the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks: This land's too warm for me!
You cant cross the sea simply by staring at the water
I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.
(with trout) we are touching something unrestricted, wild and arcane, beyond the reach of those who carefully maintain one-dimensional lives. There is, I tell myself, someone in the city nearby whose one contact today with unreconstructed nature will be to step into a diminutive pile of poodle excrement
Fishing from a boat seems like dilettante bullshit - like hunting wild boar with a can of spray paint from the safety of a pick-up truck
She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too bright for this world.
In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
I speak of love that comes to mind:The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.Perfect care has made her bleak.I never dreamed the sea so deep,The earth so dark; so long my sleep,I have become another child.I wake to see the world go wild.
At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable.
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.
Oh! Pilot! 'tis a fearful night,There's danger on the deep,I'll come and pace the deck with thee,I do not dare to sleep.Go down, the sailor cried, go down,This is no place for thee;Fear not! but trust in Providence,Wherever thou mayst be.Ah! Pilot, dangers often metWe all are apt to slight,And thou hast known these raging wavesBut to subdue their might.It is not apathy, he cried,That gives this strength to me,Fear not but trust in Providence,Wherever thou mayst be.On such a night the sea engulphedMy father's lifeless form;My only brother's boat went downIn just so wild a storm;And such, perhaps, may be my fate,But still I say to thee,Fear not but trust in Providence,Wherever thou mayst be.