Sea Sickness Quotes

I never am sea sick, never. I am sea drunk!

I am never, never, sick at sea. What never? No never! What never? Hardly ever.

I am the Captain of the Pinafore ; And a right good captain too! . . . . And I'm never, never sick at sea! What, never? No, never! What never? Hardly ever! He's hardly ever sick at sea! Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!

Suffering from dysentery at sea was no picnic.

My little dog, he did not get ill. It is so funny that people get ill on a boat and dogs do not.

We all like to see people sea-sick when we are not ourselves.

I won't go deep sea fishing. The first time I experienced it, I went salmon fishing. My problem is, before I even get to the fish, I have vomited. You have to go out five miles, and you are just throwing a line in and bringing them to the surface. And then you have to go back five miles, and all of a sudden the wind comes up, and it gets choppy.

When you're on the open sea and you drop 10, 12 feet and your stomach goes up around your neck - that's when you have problems.

I am like a mariner born and bred on board a buccaneer brig whose soul has become so inured to storm and strife that if cast ashore he would weary and languish no matter how alluring the shady groves and how bright the gentle sun.

If the sea is sick, we'll feel it. If it dies, we die. Our future and the state of the oceans are one.

On the 17th of May, the Delos put out to sea. I was immediately affected with sea-sickness, which, however, lasted but a short time. I remained on deck constantly, forcing myself to exercise.

My wife's brother has a little house on a small island in the Baltic Sea, and we go there at Christmas. The 30-minute crossing from the mainland to this island is the most terrifying cruise you'll ever take. They give you a barf bag when you walk on board.

I've gone on a research expedition in the Atlantic Ocean before. I was sick for the entire week after that.

I would not want to be on a cruise ship. Some ferry crossings I'm not too thrilled about.

I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

It is a curious fact, but nobody ever is sea-sick - on land. At sea, you come across plenty of people very bad indeed, whole boat-loads of them; but I never met a man yet, on land, who had ever known at all what it was to be sea-sick. Where the thousands upon thousands of bad sailors that swarm in every ship hide themselves when they are on land is a mystery.

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.