Quotes About Waves

I'm a total beach bum.

Das ist die Sehnsucht: wohnen im Gewoge und keine Heimat haben in der Zeit. Und das sind Wünsche: leise Dialoge täglicher Stunden mit der Ewigkeit.

Emotions are like waves. Watch them disappear in the distance on the vast calm ocean.

And the sea moved her back down the shore.

La voz de las olas de vez en cuando era un verdadero placer, como la conversación de un hermano. Era algo natural, que tenía su razón, que tenía su significado.

staring bleakly at the endless tame, quiet waves breaking like pet puppy dogs against the shore, scampering lightly up the sand a foot or two and then trotting away.

Silence rolled at me, in waves. They are all dead, and you are free. And you are blameless.

In slow drowning waves the knowledge washed over Cressida, her professor did not think that she was so special after all. He didn't know her father Zeno. Was that it?

Secrets! As a child you come to see the world's crisscrossed with them like electromagnetic waves, maybe even held together by them. But you can't know. Not, as kids say, for sure. And if you blunder by accident into a secret it's like you've pushed open a door where you thought was just a wall. You can look through, if you're brave or reckless enough you can even step inside—taking a chance what you'll learn is worth what it costs.

Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends. Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.

I don't think, for instance, that you can invoke a Protestant ethic when it comes to loss. You can't say, Oh, I'll go through loss this way, and that will be the result, and I'll apply myself to the aks, and I'll endeavor to achieve the resolution of grief that is before me. I think that one is hit by waves, and that one starts out the day with an aim, a project, a plan, and one finds oneself foiled.

The pain hits me in thick black waves. I scream loud enough to wake the dead... only it doesn't.

Quantum physics tells us reality is actually not real at all. What we think of as solid matter turns out to be invisible waves of energy existing in a field of mathematical possibilities. Once you choose a direction, only then does it become real.

Stress acclimatization is about measuring precise doses of stress followed by waves of recovery and then repeating these cycles very specifically. There must be time for adaptation to take place and there must be enough training, repeated over time, to help it stick as well as reinforcing the conditioning.

When Britain first, at Heaven's command,Arose from out the azure main,This was the charter of the land,And guardian angels sung this strain:Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;Britons never will be slaves.

they grew dark and foamy in the cool.

sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.

Ye waves That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe Your crisped smiles.

Myriad laughter of the ocean waves.

There is no such thing as a really calm sea. Always, always, there is motion.

doing the gay boy on the beach.

and I admired the great loose waves of her auburn hair, and the smallness and whiteness of the hand she held out to claim her tea. With dark eyes and eyelashes she would have been a beauty.

I surfed Dana Point, San Clemente, and of course Huntington Beach. Every morning, you could find me at the hot water pipe.

I think sometimes could I only have music on my own terms, could I live in a great city, and know where I could go whenever I wished the ablution and inundation of musical waves, that were a bath and a medicine.