Praise the sea, on shore remain.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The days of languorous shore leave are long gone. Overnight stays are unheard of and sailor towns a distant memory. In better ports, seafarers head for a seamen's mission.
We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.
The sea is my business.
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
I love the sea.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
It is only in the shadows, when some fresh wave, truly original, truly creative, breaks upon the shore, that there will be a rediscovery of the West.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.