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I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
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living
inspirational
anais-nin
no-fear
mermaids
sea
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Anais Nin |
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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.
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nature
unexplorable
unfathomable
wildness
explore
exploration
wild
land
mystery
sea
mysterious
wilderness
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Henry David Thoreau |
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The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.
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sea
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Cornelia Funke |
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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hopes
dracula
sea
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Bram Stoker |
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She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
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sea
water
faery
ocean
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Holly Black |
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The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
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lyrical
irish
sea
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James Joyce |
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It is better to lock up your heart with a merciless padlock, than to fall in love with someone who doesn't know what they mean to you.
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courage
affair
breakdown
celibacy
celibate
chaste
enstrangement
falling-in-love-with-a-beast
final-decision
lock-up
love-affair
mercilless
michael-bassey-johnson
padlock
key
breakup
apart
divorce
parting
single
falling-in-love
end
cheating
sea
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Michael Bassey Johnson |
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It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Iluvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.
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sea
water
ocean
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, look at it. It was a living thing that as as unpredictable as a great stage actor: it could be calm and welcoming, opening its arms to embrace it's audience one moment, but then could explode with its stormy tempers, flinging people around, wanting them out, attacking coastlines, breaking down islands. It had a playful side too, as it enjoyed the crowd, tossed the children about, knocked lilos over, tipped over windsurfers, occasionally gave sailors helping hands; all done with a secret little chuckle
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sea
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Cecelia Ahern |
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I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must 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. I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
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voyage
sea
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John Masefield |
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The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
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|
rebecca
road
wind
sky
house
sea
blood
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Daphne DuMaurier |
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So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
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morning
wind
sky
sea
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Virginia Woolf |
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I was happy anywhere I could see the ocean.
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sea
ocean
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Ai Yazawa |
2e78f0b
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She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.
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sea
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George R.R. Martin |
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I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea.
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sea
ocean
|
Gary Paulsen |
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The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or as breathed thereon.
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|
stars
life
moon
heavens
horizon
mist
setting
observation
sunset
place
dusk
sea
night
sunrise
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H. Rider Haggard |
9864e69
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"Doesn't it seem to you," asked Madame Bovary, "that the mind moves more freely in the presence of that boundless expanse, that the sight of it elevates the soul and gives rise to thoughts of the infinite and the ideal?"
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sea
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Gustave Flaubert |
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You can't believe how bleeding scary the sea is! There's, like, whales and storms and shit! They don't bloody tell you that!
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sailing
sea
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Libba Bray |
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You never enjoy the world aright, till the Sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars: and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world, and more than so, because men are in it who are every one sole heirs as well as you. Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and Kings in sceptres, you never enjoy the world. Till your spirit filleth the whole world, and the stars are your jewels; till you are as familiar with the ways of God in all Ages as with your walk and table: till you are intimately acquainted with that shady nothing out of which the world was made: till you love men so as to desire their happiness, with a thirst equal to the zeal of your own: till you delight in God for being good to all: you never enjoy the world.
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|
stars
heaven
good
world
spirit
love
jewel
sea
king
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Thomas Traherne |
b89dc3e
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The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness
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sleep
sea
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Virginia Woolf |
01526fd
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...this beginning motion, this first time when a sail truly filled and the boat took life and knifed across the lake under perfect control, this was so beautiful it stopped my breath...
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sailing
wind
sea
ocean
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Gary Paulsen |
6dc2c28
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Tell her this And more,-- That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.
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king-neptune
the-ocean
the-sea
drowning
neptune
poseidon
sea
ocean
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Stephen Crane |
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Bad, or good, as it happens to be, that is what it is to exist! . . . It is as though I have been silent and fuddled with sleep all my life. In spite of all, I know now that at least it is better to go always towards the summer, towards those burning seas of light; to sit at night in the forecastle lost in an unfamiliar dream, when the spirit becomes filled with stars, instead of wounds, and good and compassionate and tender. To sail into an unknown spring, or receive one's baptism on storm's promontory, where the solitary albatross heels over in the gale, and at last come to land. To know the earth under one's foot and go, in wild delight, ways where there is water.
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|
travel
inspiration
sailing
searching-and-finding
moving
moving-forward
growth
sea
|
Malcolm Lowry |
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I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am; Maelstrom of passions in that hidden sea Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me; And in small compass the dark waters cram. -
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passion
philosophy
sea
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Mervyn Peake |
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Self is a sea boundless and measureless.
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|
introspect
limitless
measureless
introspective
endless
inner-life
self
sea
introspection
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Kahlil Gibran |
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There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath...
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|
siren
sirens
moby-dick
mermaids
sea
ocean
supernatural
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Herman Melville |
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Music burst through him, perfect notes he hear rarely. Fire and ice, wind and calm, sky and earth, water and rock all fused together. Joley seemed as wild and turbulent s the sea, yet beneath her fiery passion, at the very core of her, she was as forceful and strong and as constant as the deepest ocean currents. Ilya seemed as calm as a windless sea, yet beneath the surface smoldered a volcano of such explosive magnitude, his power could easily sweep everything from his path. Together they completed each other, his melody and hers merging together into a single, perfect harmony.
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|
wind
perfect
harmony
sea
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Christine Feehan |
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She found out that having something to do prevented you from feeling seasick, and that even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it was done in a seamanlike way. She was very taken with this notion, and later on she folded the blankets on her bunk in a seamanlike way, and put her possessions in the closet in a seamanlike way, and used 'stow' instead of 'tidy' for the process of doing so. After two days at sea, Lyra decided that this was the life for her.
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|
sailing
seafaring
sail
ship
sea
water
pirates
|
Philip Pullman |
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[T]hen all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.
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|
time
maritime
sea
ocean
|
Herman Melville |
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He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs clambered back. Passing through the salt grass he looked back. The horse had not moved. A ship's light winked in the swells. The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.
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|
the-sea
sea
ocean
|
Cormac McCarthy |
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There are no whores in Scaithe's Ebb, or none that consider themselves as such, although there have always been many women who, if pressed, would describe themselves as much-married, with one husband on this ship here every six months, and another husband on that ship, back in port for a month or so every nine months. The mathematics of the thing have always kept most folk satisfied; and if ever it disappoints and a man returns to his wife while one of her other husbands is still in occupancy, why, then there is a fight -- and the grog shops to comfort the loser. The sailors do not mind the arrangement, for they know that this way there will, at the least, be one person who, at the last, will notice when they do not come back from the sea, and will mourn their loss; and their wives content themselves with the certain knowledge that their husbands are also unfaithful, for there is no competing with the sea in a man's affections, since she is both mother and mistress, and she will wash his corpse also, in time to come, wash it to coral and ivory and pearls.
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whores
sea
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Neil Gaiman |
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In the deeps are the violence and terror of which psychology has warned us. But if you ride these monsters deeper down, if you drop with them farther over the world's rim, you find what our sciences cannot locate or name, the substrate, the ocean or matrix or ether which buoys the rest, which gives goodness its power for good, and evil its power for evil, the unified field: our complex and inexplicable caring for each other, and for our life together here. This is given. It is not learned.
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|
unity
science
life
love
sea
|
Annie Dillard |
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When we venture in that unfamiliar sea, we trust blindly in those who guide us, believing that they know more than we do.
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|
trust
truth
wisdom
maxim
guidance
sea
knowledge
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Paulo Coelho |
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Being all alone is like the feeling you get when you stand at the mouth of a large river on a rainy evening and watch the water flow into the sea. Have you ever done that? Stand at the mouth of a large river and watch the water flow into the sea?
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|
loneliness
rain
river
sea
water
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Haruki Murakami |
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Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever i find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet... I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
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|
sea
ocean
|
Herman Melville |
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"In school I ended up writing three different papers on "The Castaway" section of Moby-Dick, the chapter where the cabin boy Pip falls overboard and is driven mad by the empty immensity of what he finds himself floating in. And when I teach school now I always teach Crane's horrific "The Open Boat," and get all bent out of shape when the kids find the story dull or jaunty-adventurish: I want them to feel the same marrow-level dread of the oceanic I've always felt, the intuition of the sea as primordial nada, bottomless, depths inhabited by cackling tooth-studded things rising toward you at the rate a feather falls."
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|
moby-dick
oceanic
pip
the-castaway
the-ocean
the-sea
stephen-crane
jaws
sea
ocean
|
David Foster Wallace |
178b0da
|
Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.
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|
winds
sail
ship
storm
sea
strong
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George R.R. Martin |
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|
- Niama drugo miasto kato moreto, gospoda. Tezi, koito tsial zhivot izkarvat na sushata, nikoga niama da go razberat. Moreto e p'rvichno, poniakoga e zhestoko, drug p't - nezhno, i nikoga - predskazuemo.
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|
magic
fantasy
life
българия
bulgaria
riftwar
bulgarian
feist
raymond
амос
война
моряк
разлом
реймънд
фийст
живот
more
saga
master
български
magician
sea
night
|
Raymond E. Feist |
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Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure.
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|
fish
whales
creatures
sea
|
Herman Melville |
1517d13
|
Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea.
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|
silence
hammer
holes
sea
nation
|
Terry Pratchett |
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|
On the sea he wished to meet it, if meet it he must. He was not sure why this was, yet he had a terror of meeting the thing again on dry land. Out of the sea there rise storms and monsters, but no evil powers: evil is of earth. And there is no sea, no running of river or spring, in the dark land where once Ged had gone. Death is the dry place.
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|
death
earthsea
land
sea
water
evil
|
Ursula K. Le Guin |
dfd1d62
|
An aching vacuum inside her sucking the air from her lungs. She hung her head and wept fiercely, the emptiness inside her growing larger not smaller; she felt as though it would grow so large it would suffocate her just as surely as the sea would have
|
|
suffocate
emptiness
sea
|
Alan Brennert |
a5f066a
|
"Sai bene che non sogno. Ma ieri notte ho sognato che assistevamo a un funerale nel mare. All'inizio ero attonito. Poi pieno di rimpianti. Ma tu
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|
love
sea
|
Raymond Carver |
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"The children had had an argument once about whether there was more grass in the world or more sand, and Roger said that of course there must be more sand because of under the sea; in every ocean all over the world there would be sand, if you looked deep down. But there could be grass too, argued Deborah, a waving grass, a grass that nobody had ever seen, and the colour of that ocean grass would be darker than any grass on the surface of the world, in fields or prairies or people's gardens in America. It would be taller than tress and it would move like corn in the wind. ("The Pool"
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|
sand
underwater
sea
ocean
|
Daphne du Maurier |
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And suddenly I rejoiced in the great security of the sea as compared with the unrest of the land, in my choice of that untempted life presenting no disquieting problems, invested with an elementary moral beauty by the absolute straightforwardness of its appeal and by the singleness of its purpose.
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|
the-secret-sharer
security
sea
ocean
|
Joseph Conrad |
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|
"Says O'Sullivan to me, "Mr. Fay, I'll have a word wid yeh?" "Certainly," says I; "what can I do for you?" "Sell me your sea- boots, Mr. Fay," says O'Sullivan, polite as can be. "But what will you be wantin' of them?" says I. "'Twill be a great favour," says O'Sullivan. "But it's my only pair," says I; "and you have a pair of your own," says I. "Mr. Fay, I'll be needin' me own in bad weather," says O'Sullivan. "Besides," says I, "you have no money." "I'll pay for them when we pay off in Seattle," says O'Sullivan. "I'll not do it," says I; "besides, you're not tellin' me what you'll be doin' with them." "But I will tell yeh," says O'Sullivan; "I'm wantin' to throw 'em over the side." And with that I turns to walk away, but O'Sullivan says, very polite and seducin'-like, still a-stroppin' the razor, "Mr. Fay," says he, "will you kindly step this way an' have your throat cut?" And with that I knew my life was in danger, and I have come to make report to you, sir, that the man is a violent lunatic."
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|
funny
humor
sailor
ship
witty
sea
|
Jack London |
1ffeda0
|
Sometimes, the waves grow hushed, but the sea is always there, touching, caressing, eating the earth...
|
|
waves
sea
ocean
|
Keri Hulme |
f1f46d1
|
The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up--flaked up, with rose-water snow.
|
|
sherbet
tropics
sailing
sea
summer
|
Herman Melville |
2dad1fe
|
He imagined that he was looking for her and couldn't find her anywhere, that the two of them were lost on a vast ship, sleep is a skilled magician, it changes the proportions of things, the distances between them, it separates people and they're lying next to each other, brings them together and they can barely see one another, the woman is sleeping only a few yards away from him and he cannot reach her, yet it's so very easy to go from port to starboard.
|
|
sleep
reach
ship
sea
|
José Saramago |
a2e425e
|
Only you could have won me away from the sea. I came back from the ends of the earth for you.
|
|
love
sailor
fire-and-blood
sea
ocean
|
George R.R. Martin |
98a01e0
|
- Vzemete koito shchete moriak, gazil v d'lboki vodi i sreshchal sm'rtta tolkova p'ti, kolkoto men, drasnete go s nok't po kozhata i otdolu shche namerite filosof. Zasukanite dumi shche sa mu chuzhdi, garantiram vi, no shche namerite d'lbok i traen uset za miastoto mu v sveta.
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|
world
life
philosophy
българия
bulgaria
магьосник
майстор
философ
bulgarian
feist
raymond
амос
война
място
разлом
реймънд
фийст
живот
more
philosopher
saga
бард
български
place
filosofia
sea
|
Raymond E. Feist |
f5020ad
|
"On Caladan, we ruled with sea and air power," the Duke said. "Here, we must scrabble for desert power. This is your inheritance, Paul."
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|
caladan
scrabble
desert
inheritance
sea
power
|
Frank Herbert |
0c4c8aa
|
love like water, searching for the sea. Love like Time, searching for meaning. Love like all that was, and ever will be.
|
|
romence
sea
water
ocean
|
Gregory David Roberts |
87d2be4
|
Sail far. Sail fast.
|
|
travel
quest
sail
fire-and-blood
sea
journey
|
George R.R. Martin |
8475559
|
The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected marine animals along the coast. I know its moods, its color, its nature.
|
|
nature
marine
pacific-ocean
sea
ocean
|
John Steinbeck |
f873b9d
|
The sea is a body in a thousand ways that don't add up, because adding is too stable a transaction for that flux, but the waves come in in a roar and then ebb, almost silent but for the fain suck of sand and snap of bubbles, over and over, a heartbeat rhythm, the sea always this body turned inside out and opened to the sky, the body always a sea folded in on itself, a nautical chart folded into a paper cup.
|
|
pacific-ocean
sea
|
Rebecca Solnit |
0168608
|
The sea, like a crinkled chart, spread to the horizon, and lapped the sharp outline of the coast, while the houses were white shells in a rounded grotto, pricked here and there by a great orange sun.
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|
coastline
sun
sea
ocean
|
Daphne du Maurier |
3db89af
|
Mandy smiled cheerfully at an overweight kid in a gold sweater and pink skirt who was chasing her little brother around along the boardwalk. When she was that age, on sunny days she'd be out on the boardwalk with Jud and Wendy, buying rainbow sorbet from the ice cream shop and placing paper boats into the harbour. She felt like a ghost, drifting past the shell of her own childhood.
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|
kids
rainbow-sorbet
ice-cream
pollution
sea
children
childhood
nostalgia
|
Rebecca McNutt |
67137bc
|
The next morning the sea was calm again, the sun was shining, and the water was so blue and innocent a man might never know that under it my brother floated, dead with all his men.
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|
drowning
morning
innocence
duplicity
sea
lie
ocean
|
George R.R. Martin |
c01634b
|
As he had once said to someone in England, though he did not care to remember whom, he had liked the sight of the sea because it represented his escape from England. And he had escaped. But she had said that perhaps it was from himself he wished to escape and that it could not be done. For wherever he went, he must inevitably take himself along too.
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|
sea
|
Mary Balogh |
13efecf
|
Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn't afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up toward them like towers of green glass, an emerald city. We're off to see the wizard, he shouted. He whooped. His body crouched ready to fly. He shone against the sun.
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|
beaches
surf
surfing
surfs-up
sea
ocean
|
Francesca Lia Block |
33eb27d
|
I find my data first in myself, not first in the poets. For if I did not find it in myself, I would not be able to find it in the poets.
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|
poets
poetry
philosophy
peter-kreeft
sea
water
|
Peter Kreeft |
69965f0
|
Surely the Gods did not bring me safe through fire and sea only to kill me with a flux.
|
|
flux
gods
fire
sea
kill
|
George R.R. Martin |
9b76ac9
|
But though, to landsmen in general, the native inhabitants of the seas have ever regarded with emotions unspeakably unsocial and repelling; though we know the sea to be an everlasting terra incognita, so that Columbus sailed over numberless unknown worlds to discover his one superficial western one; though, by vast odds, the most terrific of all mortal disasters have immemorially and indiscriminately befallen tens and hundreds of thousands of those who have gone upon the waters; though but a moment's consideration will teach that, however baby man may brag of his science and skill, and however much, in a flattering future, that science and skill may augment; yet for ever and for ever, to the crack of doom, the sea will insult and murder him, and pulverize the stateliest, stiffest frigate he can make; nevertheless, by the continual repetition of these very impressions, man has lost that sense of the full awfulness of the sea which aboriginally belongs to it.
|
|
the-ocean
sea
|
Herman Melville |
d21692f
|
They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world until the time when the great priest Cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of R'lyeh under the waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway.
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|
earth
worship
cult
great-old-ones
r-lyeh
sea
hidden
secrets
|
H.P. Lovecraft |
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Silence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.
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silence
sea
summer
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Ray Bradbury |
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The sea is a body in a thousand ways that don't add up, because adding is too stable a transaction for that flux, but the waves come in in a roar and then ebb, almost silent but for the faint suck of sand and snap of bubbles, over and over, a heartbeat rhythm, the sea always this body turned inside out and opened to the sky, the body always a sea folded in on itself, a nautical chart folded into a paper cup.
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pacific-ocean
sea
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Rebecca Solnit |
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"We keep sending colonies up into space," Akilah says, "and we don't even know what's at the bottom of the sea." "Yeah, we do," I counter. "Fish and stuff." Akilah laughs. "We've barely explored the sea. There are places where the water is so deep that it has never seen light." She sighs. "I would like to go to those places. I would like to sink down and down and down and see what's hidden at the bottom." The sea is a dangerous place because it makes you believe in forever. I stare back at the shoreline, where heavy boulders clutter the shore, a remembrance of the attacks during the Secessionary War. For all the hundreds of thousands of people killed in the war, more are dead and gone beneath the waves of the sea. I tread water, turning slowly, so the island's behind me and all I can see is the blue-green waters. The sea goes on forever and ever. We are tiny, almost invisible specks. It could swallow us up. We are less than the bright stars of the night sky, compared to the vastness of the sea. And it is this place, as one tiny, barely visible speck bobbing in the water, where Akilah feels safe. Maybe being alone in the sea, with its unexplored depths, its clawing-finger waves, really is safer compared to the land, where there are people and malice and death."
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earth
death
life
below-the-sea
ella-shepard
ground
waves
sea
dangerous
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Beth Revis |
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... con tantos encajes pareces una ola y me das el mismo miedo que de nino tuve al mar.
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spanish
love
waves
sea
water
ocean
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Federico García Lorca |
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Ishap, moreto e goliamo, a lodkata mi - malka. Imai milost k'm men.
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world
bulgarian
feist
longbow
phylosopher
raymond
амос
aruta
война
дълголъкия
ishap
лодка
милост
моряк
място
разлом
реймънд
свят
фийст
философия
boat
phylosophy
more
saga
small
martin
български
place
mercy
sea
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Raymond E. Feist |
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- Kato dete izpitvakh s'shchoto po klonite na golemite d'rveta. Da stoish prilepen do edin stvol, tolkova dreven, che i nai-drevnata choveshka pamet blednee pred nego, ti vnushava s'shchoto chuvstvo za miasto v sveta.
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human
philosophy
riftwar
древен
дървета
памет
философ
човек
чувство
bulgarian
longbow
война
дълголъкия
място
разлом
реймънд
свят
фийст
elder
tree
philosopher
saga
бард
martin
български
old
sea
memory
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Raymond E. Feist |
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"The sun itself was hidden, but there was a glitter on the horizon, almost like the dazzle of the crystal walls of the Undertomb, a kind of joyous shimmering off on the edge of the world. "What is that?' the girl said, and he: "The sea."
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vista
sea
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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She noticed then that Conor was watching her. 'Are you going for a swim?' he asked her. 'In a while. Why don't you go down and check if it's warm enough?' 'And if it's not warm enough?' 'We'll still go in. But at least we'll know.
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swimming
sea
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Colm Tóibín |
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The sea can smack the rocks like a hand smacking a cheek. It can hiss or gurgle or even kiss. But when it wants, it can go quiet. 'And then', said Anya Rothrock, 'you can hear the voices of the drowned'.
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sea
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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Of course, the happy shutterbug couldn't have known that his picture of a dildo keel would soon inspire a plot leading to murder and ensnare human beings like dolphins in a gill net. For he was just a San Diego cop who drove a boat, not a true man of the sea. Not one who understands in his soul that the actions of people are like the tides that chase the moon but invariably come crashing back, with all manner of thrashing things roiling in their foamy wake.
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murder
sea
human-nature
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Joseph Wambaugh |
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Gentle swells had replaced the angry waves of yesterday. The gentle breakers made their way to shore glinting with green as they somersaulted to shore. The waves showed an edge of lacy foam that caressed the sand. It was peaceful.
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beachtime
sand
selkie
selkie-women
summertime
shore
sea
summer
ocean
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Sharon Brubaker |
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The sea: you watch it for a while, lose interest, and then, because there is nothing else to look at, go back to watching it. It fills you with great thoughts which, leading nowhere and having nothing to focus on except the unfocused mass of the sea, dissolve into a vacancy which in turn, for want of any other defining characteristic, you feel content to term 'awe'.
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sea
ocean
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Geoff Dyer |
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"The sea does not belong to tyrants." - Captain Nemo"
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captain-nemo
anthony-doerr
tyrants
sea
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Anthony Doerr |
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"When can I go to the sea?" - Marie-Laure LeBlanc"
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marie-laure
marie-laure-leblanc
anthony-doerr
sea
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Anthony Doerr |
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Some are shy of going to the source For riches begin in the sea.
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sea
mysticism
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Friedrich Hölderlin |
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The Sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, super-natural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite.
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love
anthony-doerr
the-sea
infinite
sea
supernatural
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Anthony Doerr |
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Kir stood close to his father, watching. He seemed, Peri realized, finally becalmed; already he looked more like his mother, as if he were relinquishing his human experience. He found her looking at him wistfully; he gave her a sea-smile. She swallowed a briny taste of sadness in her throat. Already he was leaving her.
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magic
sea
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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They could smell a strangeness in the breeze that blew faintly on their faces down the hill; a beckoning smell of salt and seaweed and excitement.
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excitement
sea
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Susan Cooper |
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All summers take me back to the sea. There in the long eelgrass, like birds' eggs waiting to be hatched, my brothers and sister and I sit, grasses higher than our heads, arms and legs like thicker versions of the grass waving in the wind, looking up at the blue sky. My mother is gathering food for dinner: clams and mussels and the sharply salty greens that grow by the shore. It is warm enough to lie here in the little silty puddles like bathwater left in the tub after the plug has been pulled. It is the beginning of July and we have two months to live out the long, nurturing days, watching the geese and the saltwater swans and the tides as they are today, slipping out, out, out as the moon pulls the other three seasons far away wherever it takes things. Out past the planets, far away from Uranus and the edge of our solar system, into the brilliantly lit dark where the things we don't know about yet reside. Out past my childhood, out past the ghosts, out past the breakwater of the stars. Like the silvery lace curtains of my bedroom being drawn from my window, letting in light, so the moon gently pulls back the layers of the year, leaving the best part open and free. So summer comes to me.
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stars
life
moon
summer-begins
sea
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Polly Horvath |
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I keep staring at the bag in Mrs. Parks's hand: yellows, greens, blues, whites, pastel colors so soft they look as if they have faded in the sea. The washed colors of the sea and sleep. Pajama colors. The colors of baby clothes. In my nose is the smell of my brothers' heads after they are born. Maybe this is why people making journeys buy saltwater taffy. It gives you the lovely dreamy sense that you can start all over again from the beginning.
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sleep
dream
pajama
saltwater-taffy
beginning
sea
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Polly Horvath |
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One is always in the hold of the world, but one doesn't physically feel it's hold, doesn't account for its effect. Cannot draw comfort from the hold of the world, which registers only as a neutral emptiness. But the sea one feels. And so surrounded, so steadily held, so gently rocked - so differently organized - one's thoughts come in another form.
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sea
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Nicole Krauss |
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What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark.
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sea
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John Banville |
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Matthew emerged from sleep slowly, luxuriously. It must be nearly noon. He swam up from the depths of a calm warm sea. The glittering sea of the far south that he'd read about. A blue sea under a glorious sun. A sea full of pearls and exotic creatures and soft silky water. And mermaids. Indubitably there were mermaids in this sea. His particular mermaid slept naked in his arms. When he was inside her, she undulated in endless waves like a sea of pleasure.
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grace-paget
matthew-lansdowne
sea
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Anna Campbell |