Quotes About Waves

The waves rolled in like blue metal tubes carrying an egg white of foam on their peaks, then broke in a thousand glittering splinters and came up to the street with an oh of wonder and fear from those watching.

Although I imposed on myself an appearance of self-assurance and an iron discipline, I gave in continuously, with painful pleasure, to waves of unhappiness.

The thing with the Rolexes is amazing, amazing, Ivan wrote. Light, he said, seemed to sweep, but quantum theory said it ticked. Waves were the combination of sweeping and ticking. Could true sweeping ever happen on this Earth of ours? Maybe one could do sweeping math, og sweeping sex. Sweeping was beautiful, but powerless. Energy came from ticking - the capacity for rapid change. Immortality was sweeping. Lives coming and going, generations, years, minutes, seconds: all are on the fake Rolex.

A slowly moving queue does not move uniformly. Rather, waves of motion pass down the queue. The frequency and amplitude of these waves is inversely related to the speed at which the queue is served.

The sea journey back was not without event. She was distraught, her nerves at a breaking point. She may have looked from the deck of the ship at those surging waves below. Maybe even for a moment have wished herself in their midst. Perhaps for once she danced Ondine in her troubled mind. It happily was not be. Tragic and banal as would have been that end to her story, Fate denied it as her destiny.

Thought and beauty, like a hurricane or waves, should not know conventional, delimited forms.

Quiso el poeta recordar a solas, las ondas bien amadas, la luz de los cabellos que él llamaba en sus rimas rubias olas. Leyó... la letra mata: no se acordaba de ellos... Y un día -como tantos-, al aspirar un día aromas de una rosa que en el rosal se abría, brotó como una llama la luz de los cabellos que él en sus madrigales llamaba rubias olas, brotó, porque un aroma igual tuvieron ellos... Y se alejó en silencio para llorar a solas.

At Ghent the wind rose. There was a smell of rain and a heavy drag Of wind in the hedges but not as the wind blows Over fresh water when the waves lag Foaming and the willows huddle and it will rain . . .

When we look at waves in the ocean, we see each one as independent in its formation and at the same time inseparable from the whole. There is no so such thing as a wave without the ocean. In the same way we are inseparable from each other and are connected to the whole body of life.

endless action and reaction. Those beautifully rounded pebbles which you gather on the sand and which you hold in your hand and marvel at their exceeding smoothness, were chiseled into their varies and graceful forms by the ceaseless action of countless waves. Nature is herself a great worker and never tolerates, without certain rebuke, any contradiction to her wise example. Inaction is followed by stagnation. Stagnation is followed by pestilence and pestilence is followed by death.

I believe in individuality, but individuals are to the mass, like waves to the ocean. The highest order of genius is as dependent as the lowest. It, like the loftiest waves of the sea, derives its power . . . from the grandeur and vastness of the ocean of which it forms a part. We differ as the waves, but are one as the sea.

I got all my boyhood in vanilla winter waves around the kitchen stove.

There are good waves not that far from Manhattan - on Long Island, in north Jersey. It's true that the best surf around here tends to happen in winter, so you need a good wetsuit, and the time window of good waves is often pretty short, so you have to stay on top of the forecasts.

When you wipe out, all you can do is let the wave take you and stay calm until you can come up for air.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

The waves came up towards us, fumbling and gnawing at the beach like an immense soft mouth.

frío, los pitos arromadizados, el humo de las chimeneas, el movimiento de las máquinas, las mismas ondas ventrudas de aquel mar estañado, el vapor que caminaba rumbo a la gran bahía, todo

Everything is made of time, and we go out in waves, accumulating around ourselves in halos of dust, the borders bleeding into each other; the tearing and merging of clouds.

Jadilah seperti tebing di pinggir laut yang terus dihujam ombak, tetapi tetap tegar dan menjinakkan murka air di sekitarnya.

I have taken so kindly to idleness that I can't tear myself away from it. So either I amuse myself with books, of which I have a good stock at Antium, or I count the waves - the weather is unsuitable for mackerel fishing... And my sole form of political activity is to hate the rascals, and even that I do without anger.

Time comes in waves here, a sickness, one day after the other rolling on; I move up, it's called awake, then down into the uneasy nights but never forward.

Love comes in waves like the ocean, a sickness which goes on & on, a hollow cave in the head, filling & pounding

el universo era una sinfonía de corrientes alternas

In Lisbon, a street cry gloated over the Spanish defeat: Which ships got home? The ones the English missed. And where are the rest? The waves will tell you. What happened to them? It is said they are lost. Do we know their names? They know them in London. Oh