Salt Of The Sea Quotes

#1. There was a brisk northern wind, heavy and wet with the salt of the sea, and he felt, as he turned his face to it, fresh life and strength surging in his blood and bracing his limbs.

Arthur Conan Doyle

#2. In the sea of love, I melt like salt, Faith, Doubt - they both dissolve. A star is opening in my heart, The worlds turn in it.

Rumi

#3. I see on your cheek two tears which I know are hot as two sparks, and salt as two crystals of the sea.

Charlotte Bronte

#4. It is often noted, for instance, that Shakespeare's plays are full of ocean metaphors ("take arms against a sea of troubles," "an ocean of salt tears," "wild sea of my conscience") and that every one of his plays has at least one reference to the sea in it somewhere.

Bill Bryson

#5. The cocoa-nut palm grows best near salt water, no matter how loose and sandy the soil is, and in these congenial circumstances needs neither manure nor care of any kind. It bends lovingly toward the sea and drops its ripe fruit into it.

Isabella Bird

#6. Critter: I was fairly relieved when Sea took off on her own. She was wearing some two-sizes-too-small T-shirt, practically forcing my eyes to home in on "the girls," and all I could think was I'm going to turn into a pillar of salt.

Lara Deloza

#7. It was then I thought of Corsica, the place we had discovered together. I craved the wind, the sun and salt, the simplicity of the island.

Lucy Foley

#8. I love sea salt spray but I hate being salty from the ocean, so I'll always shower after surfing, shampoo and condition my hair and then put in the salt spray. It's sort of a reverse cycle, but I just can't do the natural sea salt - it just feels too crunchy to go out with.

Laura Enever

#9. I've never seen a world
So festering with damnation. I have left
Rings of beer on every alehouse table
From the salt sea-coast across half a dozen counties,
But each time I thought I was on the way
To a faintly festive hiccup
The sight of the damned world sobered me up again.

Christopher Fry

#10. I was certain t find the familiar sting of salt, but what I needed to know was what kind: kitchen, sweat, tears or the sea.

Monique Truong

#11. Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault;
It rains into the sea
And still the sea is salt.

A.E. Housman

#12. The sea was like another member of the household, a recalcitrant child at times, a soothing aunt at others. She crooned them awake; she crooned them to sleep. Everywhere, there was the smell of salt.

Hala Alyan

#13. Finally he hears something: he thinks it is the ebb and flow of the sea, the water crashing back into the abyss of salt.

Marguerite Duras

#14. The salt of his tears tastes like the sea and I don't see the shore.

Ally Condie

#15. Her grief for both of them was flavored with guilt the way salt flavors the sea; she could taste it in the tears.

Sharon Cameron

#16. From the elevator, Mabel watched the old woman's bare feet hobbling away, a trail of salt and the lace hem of her nightgown left in her wake like sea foam.

Libba Bray

#17. Redwoods flourish in fog, but they don't like salt air. They tend to appear in valleys that are just out of sight of the sea. In their relationship with the sea, redwoods are like cats that long to be stroked but are shy to the touch.

Richard Preston

#18. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea, And still the sea is salt. A. E. HOUSMAN MORE POEMS

Arthur C. Clarke

#19. It is a sea of blood. We come from the sea, Tim; our blood is salt, and strange tides ebb and flow within us all.

Neil Gaiman

#20. Schadenfreude is as old as the Scriptures. Believe me, when the girls in the Red Sea bowling league heard that Lot's wife had morphed into a pillar of salt, the deer-lick jokes flew.

Dennis Miller

#21. XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud

Anne Carson

#22. They passed lands that had no name, where fens of mirror pools stretched into unknown distances, thousands of fragments of sky sprinkled across this bastard offspring of earth and sea, lonely birds calling out over the desolation, and Yarvi breathed deep the salt chill and longed for home.

Joe Abercrombie

#23. I have felt something in the garden I discovered. I have felt the presence of something other. And now, standing in the dark, with a salt wind blowing up from the invisible sea, from the remembered beloved river ...

Helen Humphreys

#24. And this do I say also to the o'erthrowers of statues: It is certainly the greatest folly to throw salt into the sea, and statues into the mud.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#25. 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.

Daphne Du Maurier

#26. The man was right who said that salt water was a cure for everything ... in one of three forms, tears, sweat, or the sea.

Arthur Gordon

#27. It was high time, for I now began to be tortured with thirst. The glow of the sun from above, its thousandfold reflection from the waves, the sea-water that fell and dried upon me, caking my very lips with salt, combined to make my throat burn and my brain ache.

Robert Louis Stevenson

#28. Teddy laughed, heard the sound of it carry off on the sweep of night air and dissolve in the distant surf, as if it had never been, as if the island and the sea and the salt took what you thought you had and ...

Dennis Lehane

#29. When the windowpanes start to turn from black to gray, my sisters cradle themselves around me, rocking me like the sea until I can taste the salt of our tears

Sarah Miller

#30. You took something of mine when you returned to the sea.You took my heart. The wind sighed. The salt air touched his lips like a cool kiss, like the taste of tears.

Virginia Kantra

#31. The sea is made of salt tears we say and the waves are made of the griefs of men but I am sorry so many should fall upon you.

Rachel Neumeier

#32. My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

Ruta Sepetys

#33. As you come out of the sea, naked,
and return to the world full of salt and sun,
reverberating statue and sword of the sand.

Pablo Neruda

#34. Mangroves, salt marshes and sea grass lock away carbon at up to five times the rate of tropical forests.

Frances Beinecke

#35. We drank our whiskeys. It was the good stuff and it tasted of salt, sea, rain, wind and the Old Testament.

Adrian McKinty

#36. Salt is born of the purest parents: the sun and the sea.

Pythagoras

#37. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.

George R R Martin

#38. I know of a cure for everything: salt water ... in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.

Karen Blixen

#39. Were I to attempt to be good to everyone, to the entire world and to all the creatures living in it, it would be a drop of fresh water in the salt sea. In other words, a wasted effort. Thus, I decided to do specific good; good which would not go to waste. I'm good to myself and my immediate circle.

Andrzej Sapkowski

#40. Let me begin again as a speck
of dust caught in the night winds
sweeping out to sea. Let me begin
this time knowing the world is
salt water and dark clouds, the world
is grinding and sighing all night, and dawn
comes slowly, and changes nothing.

Philip Levine

#41. Does knowledge dwindle and only the salt singing itself through sea and blood become the drink of poetry?

Terrance Lane Millet

#42. I remind myself that traveling through life as an artist requires one to distill things slowly. To be inquisitive, inventive, and patient - a lot of things get discarded along the way. It's a little like boiling sea water to get at the salt.

James Nares

#43. A wood that smells of the sea.

Nina George

#44. But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly.

Ruta Sepetys

#45. Loneliness is an empty space, a hole that cannot be filled. Loneliness is the weather side of the quarterdeck and a vacant captain's cabin. It's the sea when I can't look at it through your eyes. It's the wind when I can't hear it with your ears. It's salt when I can't taste it on your lips.

Ellen Argo