— Salvador Dalí Spanish artist 1904 - 1989
„There were many seas. The sea roared like a tiger. The sea whispered in your ear like a friend telling you secrets. The sea clinked like small change in a pocket. The sea thundered like avalanches. The sea hissed like sandpaper working on wood. The sea sounded like someone vomiting. The sea was dead silent.“
— Yann Martel Canadian author best known for the book Life of Pi 1963
Life of Pi (2001), Chapter 78, p. 239
„Twas when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclined.“
— John Gay English poet and playwright 1685 - 1732
The What D'ye Call It (1715), Act II, sc. viii
„Sleep puts out silent fingers,
And leads me back to the roar
Of the dead salt sea that vomits
Wrecks of the past ashore.“
— Francis Turner Palgrave English poet and critic 1824 - 1897
Past and Present
„The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,
And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.“
— Mary Howitt English poet, and author 1799 - 1888
The Sea-Fowler, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
„We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since days of long ago.“
— Robert Burns Scottish poet and lyricist 1759 - 1796
„To depart while seated or standing is all one.
All I shall leave behind me
Is a heap of bones.
In empty space I twist and soar
And come down with the roar of thunder
To the sea.“
— Koho Kenichi 1241 - 1316
Japanese Death Poems. Compiled by Yoel Hoffmann. ISBN 978-0-8048-3179-6
„At night I sit in my chamber and read the Bible. Far in the distance roars the sea. Then I lie down and think for a long time about the calm and pale man from Nazareth.“
— Joseph Goebbels Nazi politician and Propaganda Minister 1897 - 1945
Michael: a German fate in diary notes (1926), Abends sitze ich auf meinem Zimmer und lese die Bibel. In der Ferne braust das Meer. Dann liege ich noch lange wach und denke an den stillen, bleichen Mann von Nazareth.
„There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more“
— George Gordon Byron English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788 - 1824
„I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began.“
— William Hazlitt English writer 1778 - 1830
"Common Places," No. 60, The Literary Examiner (September - December 1823)
„At first flash of Eden, We race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom's shore.
Waiting for the sun…“
— Jim Morrison lead singer of The Doors 1943 - 1971
"Waiting for the Sun" on the album Morrison Hotel (1970)
„I will contemplate the spectacle of your sea. The viewpoints of our mountains also offer us the limitless spectacle of immensity. The unfillable void has a calming effect... The sea! The sea with its charms saddens me. In its joyful moods, it makes me think of the laughing tiger; in its sad moods it recalls the crocodile’s tears, and in its roaring fury, the caged monster that cannot swallow me up.“
— Gustave Courbet French painter 1819 - 1877
1860s, Quote in Courbet's letter to Victor Hugo, 28 November 1864; as cited in Chu, Letters, p. 249; quoted in 'Paysages de Mer - Courbet's The Wave', by Anthony White https://www.ngv.vic.gov.au/essay/paysages-de-mer-courbets-the-wave/
„The sea of faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.“
— Matthew Arnold English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector of schools 1822 - 1888
Dover Beach (1867), St. 3
„p>Throw thy bold banner to the breeze!
Front with thy ranks the threatening seas
Like thine own proud armorial trees,
Carolina! Fling down thy gauntlet to the Huns,
And roar the challenge from thy guns;
Then leave the future to thy sons,
— Henry Timrod Poet from the American South 1828 - 1867
"Carolina", st. VII, 2–3 An adaptation of this poem , edited by G.R. Goodwin and set to music by Anne Curtis Burgess, was adopted as the official state song of Carolina in 1911.