It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.
JOSEPH CONRADEverything can be found at sea according to the spirit of your quest.
More Joseph Conrad Quotes
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Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship’s wake.
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You can’t, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.
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There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.
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They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force–nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.
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Going home must be like going to render an account.
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We can never cease to be ourselves.
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Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
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My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel–it is, before all, to make you see.
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You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.
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A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.
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Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.
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The sea – this truth must be confessed – has no generosity. No display of manly qualities – courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness – has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.
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Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.
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I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go.
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It’s extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts. Perhaps it’s just as well; and it may be that it is this very dullness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and so welcome.
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