Henry David Thoreau Quotes

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

On the other hand, if there's an underlying core of poetry that I go to, I go to the sea. I've lived on the sea all my life. I live on the sea in Cape Breton.

I have two houses in California, and they're both within a couple of minutes from the beach. So, I definitely feel at home in California and by the ocean.

I have always had the sea as my playground.

I love the beach. I love the sea. All my life I live within - in front of the sea.

I could not have told where those damned islands were within 2,000 miles.

I don't feel I've arrived home until I get on the beach. All my life, the theater of the sea has been a very strong thing.

England in a way is lucky. It's an island, so the frontiers are given by the sea.

The lake was always my orienting point when my dad was teaching me how to not get lost. The lake is east, so you'll always know that. It's a weird thing where you can kind of feel where you're at in Chicago, and when I was downtown, I was like, 'Oh, it feels more open over here. That must be east.' It felt like a little secret thing.

I love the beach; I grew up on the Baltic Sea. I love the beach. I love the water. I love surfing and swimming.

I've always had a passion for geography. Even at a very young age.

If you want to know why the coast is such an inspirational place, ask Herman Melville, Jack London, Nordhoff and Hall, Robert Louis Stevenson or Joseph Conrad. It's a glimpse of eternity. It invites rumination, the relentless whisper of the tide against the shore.

In the middle of an ocean on board a ship, one can get a sense of vastness.

The sea is as near as we come to another world.

The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

Dwelling beside a body of water is tonic for the weary psyche. Sea smells, sea birds, seawrack, sands - alternately cool, warm, moist and dry - a taste of brine and the presence of the rocking, slopping bluegraygreen spit-flecked waters, has the effect of rinsing the emotions, bathing the outlook, bleaching the conscience.

Ah, monsieur, to live in the bosom of the sea! Only there can independence be found! There I recognize no master! There I am free!

I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.

The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me.

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.

Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea.

The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.

The oceans deserve our respect and care, but you have to know something before you can care about it.