Blast Quote by John Gay

Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge

— William Shakespeare

“The waves rose in growing fury, each over-topping its fellow, till in a very few minutes the lately glassy sea was like a roaring…

— Bram Stoker

The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?

— Adelaide Crapsey

“They came there regularly every evening drawn by some need. It was as if the water floated off and set sailing thoughts which had…

— Virginia Woolf

“Press’d by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides, While the loud equinox its pow’r combines, The sea no more its swelling surge confines, But…

— Charlotte Turner Smith

“Huge waves, a mile from crest to crest, roared down upon the pygmies that were to be their prey; sometimes the entire surface of…

— Nicholas Monsarrat

I feel like someone after a deluge being asked to describe the way it was before the flood while I'm still plucking seaweed out…

— Norman Rush

“But during those two months of fog . . . the saddest and the heaviest thing was to stand beside the sea. To be…

— R.D. Blackmore

“Like dark hills of water that mounted higher and higher as they neared the shore, their crests and flanks streaked with livid bars of…

— M.M. Kaye

Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed; and the…

— Anonymous

“The NELLIE, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the…

— Joseph Conrad

“Windsurfing, the sound of the word contains all the mystery of a solitary buoy in the fog, echoing across the water at the end…

— Laurie Nadel