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Quotes about sea
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Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part. (Sandburg Carl)
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! (Sandburg Carl)
The sea -- this truth must be confessed -- has no generosity. No display of manly qualities -- courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness -- has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power. (Sandburg Carl)
The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness. (Sandburg Carl)
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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. (Sandburg Carl)
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. (Sandburg Carl)
When men come to like a sea-life, they are not fit to live on land. (Sandburg Carl)
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! (Sandburg Carl)
There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates. (Sandburg Carl)
It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay. When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys. (Sandburg Carl)
There is hope from the sea, but none from the grave. (Sandburg Carl)
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect. (Sandburg Carl)
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up. (Sandburg Carl)
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect. (Sandburg Carl)
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