“Sometimes even a thousand waves hitting the shore continuously one after the other also can’t erase few footprints on the seashore.”

“[T]hen all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.”

“Time is more complex near the sea than in any other place, for in addition to the circling of the sun and the turning of the seasons, the waves beat out the passage of time on the rocks and the tides rise and fall as a great clepsydra.”

“How the excitement comes upon me to tell it all! In the quest of writing, the heart can speed up with anticipation–as it does, indeed, during the chase itself of whales. I can swear it, having done both, and I will tell YOU though other writers may not. My heart is beating fast; I am in pursuit; I want my victory–that you should see and hear and above all feel the reality behind these words. For they are but a mask. Not the mask that conceals, not a mask that I would have you strike through as mere appearance, or, worse, deceitful appearance. Words need not be that kind of mask, but a mask such as the ancient Greek actors wore, a mask that expresses rather than conceals the inner drama.(But do you know me? Una? You have shipped long with me in the boat that is this book. Let me assure you and tell you that I know you, even something of your pain and joy, for you are much like me. The contract of writing and reading requires that we know each other. Did you know that I try on your mask from time to time? I become a reader, too, reading over what I have just written. If I am your shipbuilder and captain, from time to time I am also your comrade. Feel me now, standing beside you, just behind your shoulder?)”

“My dream, I have faith in you! Tell me that reality won’t vanquish you; it won’t crush my lively spirit into wafts of sorrowful aches, that’s what you should vow.I remember you, you used to make me smile for a hopeI have always desired,it made my pain worth its dreadfulness.I waited for the sunshine andit made me love and enjoy the rain.We were trapped by dense clouds, now I think I am free.. to breathe again.Like the sea waves,hope visits my shorecarrying the light for the frozen heartand the darkened soul.”

“The verge between sea and land marked the manifestation of the symbolic transition between the known and the unknown. Between life and death, spirit and mind, between an unlimited host of elements and forces contrary yet locked together. Lives were given to the seas, treasures were flung into their depths. And, upon the waters themselves, ships and their crews were dragged into the deep time and again.”

“Let my toes teach the shore how to feel a tranquil lifethrough the wetness of sands Let my heart latch the doorof blackness, as all my pain now blue sky understands”

“…how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us. And someone -a father, a lover, someone- able to take us by the hand and find that river -imagine it, invent it- and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldn’t hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesn’t matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someone’s fancy -a father, a lover, someone- could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which don’t wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful.A way from here to the sea.”

“OvermodulationBy Charlotte M Liebel-FawlsYou’re a cavity in my oasis,You’re a porthole in my sea,You’re a stretch of the imagination every time you look at me.You’re an ocean in my wineglass,You’re a Steinway on the beach,You’re a captivating audience, an exciting Rembrandt,A Masterpiece.”

“May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall… to feel youall i have to dois breathe.”

“~Tonight’s Sea~Meet me by the sea, Under the stars. Where we can gaze With our hearts. Today, I am restless, Waiting for tonight’s meet. I cannot believe how endlessThese hours can be. I hope the constellationsAre aligned. For tonight we’ll seeWhere our connection wanders. I’ll hold on to this dream. My grip isn’t fading. My memory isn’t gone. Tonight we will be wadingIn the sea waters of love. -Rachel Nicole Wagner Original”

“You could start now, and spend another forty years learning about the sea without running out of new things to know.”

“Tell her thisAnd more,—That the king of the seasWeeps too, old, helpless man.The bustling fatesHeap his hands with corpsesUntil he stands like a childWith surplus of toys.”

“The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities… If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.”