Quote by Dylan Thomas Download Open image ““the sloeback, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat bobbing sea”” — Dylan Thomas ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low: And the startled little waves that leap In fiery… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
“White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps open in the sky. The air brightens. A cold silvery evening. The moon is overhead, and down below, in the water; and all around it-a… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share
“A slippery fish, flashing scales in the water and a noble fighter on the line, but dull as lead at the bottom of the… — Michael David Lukas Copy Share Image
“My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night dark sea. Swift born, dream bound and rudderless, her captain and crew are… — Anne McCaffrey Copy Share Image
“She took the sea with her Not beaches but the grey relentless Irish sea, its rhythm and the crying gulls.” — Caroline Davies Copy Share Image
“Clear waters drift through the immensity of a tall forest. In front of me a huge river mouth receives the long wind. Deep ripples hold white sand and white fish swimming as in a void. I sprawl on a big rock, billows nourishing my humble body. I gargle with water and wash my feet. A fisherman pauses out on the… — Wang Wei Copy Share
“Only one ship is seeking us, a black- Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back A huge and birdless silence. In her wake No waters… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“ Sea-fever I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
“Drawn up on shore, our boats await the day. Under a dying moon the rapids gleam. The wind picks up, the lanterns toss and… — Tu Fu Copy Share Image
I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“Thousands of miles,' I said. It's Rhosilli, USA. We're going to camp on a bit of rock that wobbles in the winds.” — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
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… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Do not go gentle into that goodnight, rage, rage against the dying of the light. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
A born writer is born scrofulous; his career is an accident dictated by physical or circumstantial disabilities. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow.… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I know in London a Welsh hairdresser who has striven so vehemently to abolish his accent that he sounds like a man speaking with… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
