“We plant our roots in trembling earth, we live where mountains rose and fell and prehistoric seas burned away in mist. We and the towns we have built are not permanent; the earth itself is a passing train.” EarthSeaMountainBuiltRootsTownsTrainRosePlantPassingPassingsPermanentBurnedMistTremblingPrehistoric Book:Boy's Life Source: Boy's Life
“Three miles long and two streets wide, the town curls around the bay ... a gaudy run with Mediterranean splashes of color, crowded steep-pitched roofs, fishing piers and fishing boats whose stench of mackerel and gasoline is as aphrodisiac to the sensuous nose as the clean bar-whisky smell of a nightclub where call girls congregate.” LongTwoRunningGirlThreeSeaStreetsColorRiversTownsCleanFishesSmellWideMilesBarsBoatNosesLakesFishingRoofCrowdedCurlsGasolineSteepWhiskySensuousNightclubsAphrodisiacGaudyPiersFishing BoatsMackerel Book:Advertisements for Myself Source: Advertisements for Myself
“Haven't you heard, though, About the ships where war has found them out At sea, about the towns where war has come Through opening clouds at night with droning speed Further o'erhead than all but stars and angels And children in the ships and in the towns?” ChildrenWarNightFoundStarsHeardSeaHavensAngelTownsCloudsSpeedOpeningShips Book:Delphi Works of Robert Frost (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Works of Robert Frost (Illustrated)
“He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs clambered back. Passing through the salt grass he looked back. The horse had not moved. A ship's light winked in the swells. The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.” MenSoulLightPastStarsBlackDarkKnowingSeaRocksHorseTownsDown AndMovedRosePassingPassingsShipsGrassSaltDrowningWhalesPassing ThroughSeamlessFerryColts Author:Cormac McCarthy
“A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town.” EyeLostSeaHugeFoolMassSightTownsWideLondonSmokeDirtyWildernessCrownsSailCoalBricksHere And ThereCapsShippingTiptoesMastsPeepingCanopySteeples Author:Lord Byron
“Palermo was lovely. The most beautifully situated town in the world - it dreams away its life in the Conca d'Oro, the exquisite valley that lies between two seas. The lemon groves and the orange gardens were entirely perfect.” WorldTwoDreamLyingPerfectSeaGardenTownsLovelyValleysOrangeExquisiteLemonsGrove Book:Letters Source: Letters
“I grew up in a whaling town. We didn't stop whaling in Australia until 1978. And I've always lived in fishing communities. You could say I'm from the Redneck Wing of marine conservation. Everything I know about the sea I learnt at the end of a spear or a hook. Seems weird to admit it, but I hunted and killed my way to enlightenment. Eventually you see where you've been. All the traces you leave are gaps and absences. And it's a sick feeling, knowing you might bequeath a full dose of Nothing to those who come after you.” KnowsWayEndsFeelingsSeemsMightCommunityKnowingSeaGrewGrew UpEnlightenmentSickTownsWingsAbsenceMy WayAustraliaFishingGapsConservationHookMarineRedneckDoseSpearsHunted Author:Tim Winton
“When I go to farms or little towns, I am always surprised at the discontent I find. And New York, too often, has looked across the sea toward Europe. And all of us who turn our eyes away from what we have are missing life.” LittlesEyeArtistTurnsSeaMissingNew YorkEuropeTownsFarmsDiscontentLittle Towns Author:Norman Rockwell
“One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.” YearsI CanSometimesMomentsRememberNightSoundVoiceSleepSeaSixTownsCornersTwelve Author:Dylan Thomas