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“An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.”
― Victor Hugo, Ninety-Three

“To be sociable is a risky thing—even fatal—because it means being in contact with people, most of whom are dull, perverse and ignorant and are really with you only because they cannot bear their own company. Most people bore themselves and greet you not as a true friend but as a distraction—like a dancing dog or some half-wit actor
with a fund of amusing stories.”
― Paul Hoffman, The Left Hand of God

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
― Marcel Proust

“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Other times when I hear the wind blow
I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.”
― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“I'm one of my sensations.”
― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

“My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through me.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
― Anais Nin

“We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.”
― William James

“I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it's because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it's because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came.

[Remarks at the Dinner for the America's Cup Crews, September 14 1962]”
― John F. Kennedy

“Sea-fever

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.”
― John Masefield, Sea Fever: Selected Poems

“Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.”
― Hermann Broch

“There comes a time in a man's life when he hears the call of the sea. "Hey, YOU!" are the sea's exact words.
If the man has a brain in his head, he will hang up the phone immediately.”
― Dave Barry, Dave Barry Is Not Making This Up

“There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“There is a thin line that separates life from death, but once it's crossed, it becomes as large as an ocean, and so treacherous that it’s impossible to cross back.”
― Federico Chini, The Sea Of Forgotten Memories

“…how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us.
And someone -a father, a lover, someone- able to take us by the hand and find that river -imagine it, invent it- and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldn’t hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesn’t matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someone’s fancy -a father, a lover, someone- could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which don’t wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful.
A way from here to the sea.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea

“I am in awe of the perpetual tumult of the sea. I am moved by the still place on the horizon where the sky begins. I am stirred by the soaring and dipping fields that make the landscape into a rumpled green counterpane. I thought I would never have such powerful feelings again. I thought I would live through the rest of my life having experiences, and thoughts, but I never thought I would again feel deeply-- I was convinced that my wounds had healed and become thick scars, essentially numb.”
― Katharine Weber, The Music Lesson

“People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

“Só consigo voar tão alto porque você foi o vento que impulsionou as minhas asas.”
― Arvel Aëvon, O Colecionador de Cometas

“When I was young, I expected from people more than they could give: neverending friendship and constant excitement.

Now I expect less than they can actually can give: to stay close silently. And their feelings, friendship, noble deeds always seem like a miracle to me: a true grace.”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942

“Eu sei que vossa excelência preferia uma delicada mentira; mas eu não conheço nada mais delicado que a verdade.”
― Machado de Assis, Contos Fluminenses

“A única realidade para mim são as minhas sensações. Eu sou uma sensação minha. Portanto nem da minha própria existência estou certo. Posso está-lo apenas daquelas sensações a que eu chamo minhas.
A verdade? - É uma coisa exterior? Não posso ter a certeza dela, porque não é uma sensação minha, e eu só destas tenho certeza. Uma sensação minha? De quê?
Procurar o sonho é pois procurar a verdade, visto que a única verdade para mim sou eu próprio. Isolar-me tanto quanto possível dos outros é respeitar a verdade.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
― C.G. Jung