Quotes About Waves

of the ocean and the sound of the water lapping

I'm a California kid, so I love the beach.

I surf a lot.

Many beach locales offer surf lessons, and you get a different perspective of the ocean when you're out on the water.

And where I grew up in Australia, surfing was a part of culture.

I've tried body surfing. It's nice.

I've been surfing since I was a kid.

Surfing is something I just crave.

I grew up surfing. My dad probably put me on a surfboard before I could walk.

Surfing is my life. It's my passion.

The sea is a body in a thousand ways that don't add up, because adding is too stable a transaction for that flux, but the waves come in in a roar and then ebb, almost silent but for the fain suck of sand and snap of bubbles, over and over, a heartbeat rhythm, the sea always this body turned inside out and opened to the sky, the body always a sea folded in on itself, a nautical chart folded into a paper cup.

The sea is a body in a thousand ways that don't add up, because adding is too stable a transaction for that flux, but the waves come in in a roar and then ebb, almost silent but for the faint suck of sand and snap of bubbles, over and over, a heartbeat rhythm, the sea always this body turned inside out and opened to the sky, the body always a sea folded in on itself, a nautical chart folded into a paper cup.

From that woman on the beach, dusk pours out across the evening waves. ISSA

Consciousness is the stone that creates the waves in a sea of nothing

How rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at sea, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us.

the lap and luff of the sea on the ash-blue shore.

When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.

Every man beholds his human condition with a degree of melancholy. As a ship aground is battered by the waves, so man, imprisonedin mortal life, lies open to the mercy of coming events.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.

Forget all the equipment, forget the music, at the end of the day it's just literally frequencies and their effects on your brain. That's what's everyone's essentially after.

And evermore the waters worship God;-- And bards and prophets tune their mystic lyres While listening to the music of the waves!

I am guided by the same intelligence and inspired by the same imagination which scatters the moon beams across the waves and holds the forces of nature in it's grasp.

One day, all your worries will set like the sun does and deserved happiness will come gushing like waves at the beach do. All you need to make sure id that your trips to beach never end.