Quotes About Waves

Love is the ocean. We are all the waves.

He was the ocean and I was the sand, i lived content in stillness and he washed a shore everytime, as a better man.

Veig que el món s'enrotlla sobre si mateix, com onades sense mar ni riba que les contingui.

We do not realize the sound the world makes-unless of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra. Breaking waves. Whipping wind. Falling rain. Squawking birds. All throughout the universe, time resumed and nature sang.

Two waves in the ocean are talking to each other, the front wave tells the second wave he's frightened because he is about to shore-crash and cease to exist, but the second wave tells him that he is not, as he is part of the ocean

A little wave is moving up and down and a big wave says to him why it looked so sad? The little wave says sadly what's the point of being happy when we're all just going to crash into the rock? The big wave then tells the little wave to not be so sad about that because it is not just a little wave, but a part of the ocean.

Obey, obey, obey -obey what? My body catching this wind is obeying the pulse of the breathtaking Divine. You, canoeing those rapids, are breaking into the spray of larger, unseen Waves.

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El mar lo devuelve todo después de un tiempo, especialmente los recuerdos.

A few minutes later Bill Tomlin slipped away from the group and followed Ellen down portside. Presently their voices, half-talking, half-laughing, could be heard against the sound of splashing waves. The other couples strolled about the deck, enjoying the mild breezes and stopping to watch the moon's reflection ripple on the water.

Within minutes the girls were running barefoot along the sand, playing tag with the breaking wavelets. Nancy was dangling a bathing cap in her hand. "I'm glad it's calm," George remarked. "Say, maybe we could use one of those sailboats!" There were a variety of boats tied up—small sailing dinghies, rowboats, Boston Whalers. Larger sailboats were moored offshore. Several Sailfish had been pulled up on the beach.

the boy hunkered, examining something in the sand. The woman stood watching, hand on her hip, spent waves creaming around her ankles. She leaned inland to swing her wet hair off her shoulders.

The silences here are retreats of sound, like the retreat of the surf before a tidal wave: sound draining away, down slopes of acoustic passage, to gather, someplace else, to a great surge of noise.

Perhaps the Ci-ty dreamed of an-other, en-emy city, float-ing across the sea to invade the es-tuary . . . or of waves of darkness . . . waves of fire . . . Perhaps of being swallowed again, by the immense, the si-lent Mother Con-tinent? It's none of my business, city dreams. . . . But what if the Ci-ty were a growing neo-plasm, across the centuries, always chang-ing to meet exactly the chang-ing shape of its very worst, se-cret fears?

out. Civil Defense was riding along the streets warning people that the waves would be building rapidly, but Todd turned to his buddies Cody

He had come to a place of great beauty but it had taken the waves and the act of riding them to grant him communion.

The bitter apple and the bite in the apple. And the ragged rock in the restless waters, Waves wash over it, fogs conceal it; On a halcyon day it is merely a monument, In navigable weather it is always a seamark To lay a course by: but in the sombre season Or the sudden fury, is what it always was.

The things you don't know or realize are an ocean, and your mind is a tiny boat upon its waves." Ancient disses were the best.

The things you don't know or realize are an ocean, and your mind is a tiny boat upon its waves

As she'd hoped, the two of them were the sole occupants of this stretch of windswept beach. Sipping the steaming liquid, she let the familiar peace seep into her soul. The cerulean water sparkled in the morning sun, as if sprinkled with diamonds, and she drew in a cleansing breath of the tangy salt air. She watched a sandpiper play tag with the surf. Listed to the caw of a gull high overhead and the muted thunder of the breaking waves. Felt the breeze caress her cheek.

Las olas siempre regresan, [el mar] sus resacas, las mareas, las corrientes submarinas y las simas abismales. Y los monstruos que a veces salen a la superficie a saludarnos y a recordarnos que siguen ahí, esperando, aguardando." ? Iris Murdoch.

El patriarcado es pétreo. El feminismo, como el océano, es fluido, poderoso, profundo y tiene la complejidad infinita de la vida, se mueve en olas, corrientes, mareas y a veces en tormentas furiosas. Como el océano, el feminismo no se calla.

I have lived in a rough sea where waves would lift me and then drop me to the bottom.

El feminismo, como el océano, es fluido, poderoso, profundo y tiene la complejidad infinita de la vida, se mueve en olas, corrientes, mareas y a veces en tormentas furiosas. Como el océano, el feminismo no se calla.