When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing - just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park?
The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence.
I enjoy art, architecture, museums, churches and temples; anything that gives me insight into the history and soul of the place I'm in. I can also be a beach bum - I like to laze in the shade of a palm tree with a good book or float in a warm sea at sundown.
If they don't give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.
The sea has neither meaning nor pity.
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.
Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
I only really and truly fully relax on my own. Give me a sun lounger, a pool and a sea view, and I'm happy.
At sea, I feel comfortable and I come to rest.
That the sea is one of the most beautiful and magnificent sights in Nature, all admit.
Beauty of expression is so akin to the voice of the sea.
Put two ships in the open sea, without wind or tide, and, at last, they will come together. Throw two planets into space, and they will fall one on the other. Place two enemies in the midst of a crowd, and they will inevitably meet; it is a fatality, a question of time; that is all.
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.
Today we fight. Tomorrow we fight. The day after, we fight. And if this disease plans on whipping us, it better bring a lunch, 'cause it's gonna have a long day doing it.
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