H.P. Lovecraft book The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories
Source: The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories
Variant: We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
Source: The Call of Cthulhu
H.P. Lovecraft book The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories
Source: The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories
William Morris (1834–1896) author, designer, and craftsman
The Earthly Paradise (1868-70), The Lady of the Land
Context: It happened once, some men of Italy
Midst the Greek Islands went a sea-roving,
And much good fortune had they on the sea:
Of many a man they had the ransoming,
And many a chain they gat and goodly thing;
And midst their voyage to an isle they came,
Whereof my story keepeth not the name.
Stuart Merrill (1863–1915) American poet, who wrote mostly in the French language
Sonore immensité des mers de l’Harmonie,
Où les rêves, vaisseaux pris d’un vaste frisson,
Voguent vers l’inconnu, leur voilure infinie
Claquant aven angoisse aux bourrasques du Son!
"Pendant qu’elle chantait", from Les gammes, translated by Catherine Perry and Henry Weinfield in The White Tomb: Selected Writing, Talisman House, 1999.
“No man is an island,' said John Donne. I feel we are all islands -- in a common sea.”
Anne Morrow Lindbergh book Gift from the Sea
Source: Gift from the Sea
“We are islands, but never too far
We are islands, and I need your light tonight…”
Mike Oldfield (1953) English musician, multi-instrumentalist
Song lyrics, Islands (1987)
“We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.”
William James (1842–1910) American philosopher, psychologist, and pragmatist
Clive Staples Lewis (1898–1963) Christian apologist, novelist, and Medievalist
The Weight of Glory (1949)
Context: Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.
Anton Chekhov (1860–1904) Russian dramatist, author and physician
Letter to his brother, A.P. Chekhov (September 24, 1888)
Letters
Enya (1961) Irish singer, songwriter, and musician
Song lyrics, Amarantine (2005)