Quotes About Waves

The handwriting in the letter was as even as waves along the beach, row on row of neat curls and dots, perfect pebbles and shells on an ordered shore.

That day, that day when I can gaze at the sea--both of us calm--and I, trusting, having poured my whole heart into my Life Work....when death--black waves!--no longer courts me and I can smile, constantly, at everything because, my bones, there will be so little of myself left to give it.

For the first six months, all whe wanted was honest labor, finely crafted novels, and surf.

Soledad de mis pesares, caballo que se desboca, al fin encuentra la mar y se lo tragan las olas.

The breaking waves dashed highOn a stern and rock-bound coast,And the woods, against a stormy sky,Their giant branches tossed.

La noche se tendía a descansar sobre la tierra, y era una noche de estancias negras, transparentes y redondas: más negras, más anchas y menos transparentes mientras más lejanas; estancias como las ondas del agua de un pozo donde hubiera caído el mundo.

My problems are like waves - just as one disappears with a snarl and a hiss there's another shaping up to knock me down.

Man has power and dominion over the elements. We should be able "to rebuke the wind and the waves." We should be able to put an end to drought.

Te has parado alguna vez a contar las olas? —me preguntó de repente. —¿Contar las olas? No. ¡Vaya absurdidad! ¿Qué sentido tiene contar algo que no termina nunca? —Tampoco el tiempo termina nunca y no dejamos de contarlo.

There is anyway a kind of off-color romance to a deserted seaside town in the winter, your heart's opera scored by the sound of the tide crashing over a stony beach, shushing everything as the waves try to make up their mind whether they're leaving or staying. White waves kissing black stones, shushing all around them. Shhh … shhh.

Sul livello malva, accovacciato su onde di un magenta più scuro che nascondevano la sua forma arcuata, il pazzo attendeva.

Waves of consciousness roll in, roll out, leave some writing, and just as quickly new waves roll in and erase it. I try to quickly read what's written there, but it's hard.

He was dead tired, thanks to which, whatever emotions he might have had, simply came and went without gaining a foothold. The Rat began to relax and lay down his empty head on the mingled sounds of the waves and the deejay until sleep crept over him.

She'd never seen the ocean before. It was so vast compared to the rivers she'd seen. The sand resembled brown sugar. The seagulls leaped up and down as if they were at the ends of yo-yos. The waves made the sound of someone biting into an apple. When they crashed, they were a hundred thousand chorus girls raising up their dresses at once. And then the water receded again like the train of a jilted bride walking off into the distance.

i have heard of the stars, of the play of light on the waves these i would like to see but far more than sight i wish for my ears to be opened the voice of a friend the imaginations of mozart life without these is darker by far than blindness

how on still nights, when there is no breeze stirring the waves, the Nautilus sails on the blue waters of the Indian Ocean in his "ship of pearl.

The Planck satellite may detect the imprint of the gravitational waves predicted by inflation. This would be quantum gravity written across the sky.

We lived within two hundred yards of the sea, and its voice was in our ears night and day.

Every day of the year where the water is 76, day and night, and the waves roll high, I take my sled, without runners, and coast down the face of the big waves that roll in at Waikiki.

poem by Nyoshul Khenpo: Rest in natural great peace This exhausted mind Beaten helpless by karma and neurotic thought, Like the relentless fury of the pounding waves In the infinite ocean of samsara.

Laissez reposer dans la grande paix naturelle Cet esprit épuisé, Battu sans relâche par le karma et les pensées névrotiques, Semblables à la fureur implacable des vagues qui déferlent Dans l'océan infini du samsara.

Energy moves in cycles, circles, spirals, vortexes, whirls, pulsations, waves, and rhythms—rarely if ever in simple straight lines.

The unstable estimates of men crowd to him whose mind is filled with a truth, as the heaped waves of the Atlantic follow the moon.

Its whole expanse was covered with tall, juicy grass, and when the wind blew, great waves passed over it with a sound like troubled water. (The Grassy Ocean)