Quotes About Waves

It's only the sea,' said Moomintroll. 'Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn't go inside because it's a labyrinth and you may never come out again.

The voice of the waves was now mixed with strange sounds; laughter, running feet and the clanging of great bells far out to sea. Snufkin lay still and listened. dreaming and remembering his trip round world. Soon I must set out again, he thought. But not yet.

Meren vihaiset vihertävät värit olivat muuttuneet rauhallisen sinisiksi, ja aallot kantoivat vaahtokruunujaan pikemmin koristeina kuin uhkauksina.

His thoughts glided along like the boat, without memories or dreams, they were like grey wandering waves that didn't even want to reach the horizon." (p.160)

Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across waves... Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars, Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon Spreading in my old garden.... All light, All ten thousand miles at once in its light!

her head to study the waves washing over her talons. Small shapes, silver and green and yellow, darted

Never put more than two waves in a picture; it's fussy.

up shells, and waded at the water's edge

The water was not God. The water undulating slightly with the waves unformed was not spiritual. It was jagged cold water and it felt perfect when we put our hands into it, and it kissed out palms again and again, would never stop kissing our palms — and why wasn't that enough?

Having exhausted the possibilities based on his limited investigation so far, he got out of the car, walked down a wooden boardwalk, and reached the beach. It was nearly six-thirty, and the café where he was meeting Timmins was close by. He decided to walk along the sand both to relax a bit and to think some more while the waves pounded the shore.

Their language was an old wild language. They had known incredible loves and dark adventures and the twisted streets of alien cities. They had known the green breaking waves of the sea, and the green aisles of the silent forests. They had known war and death and fierce, cruel elation.

The waves were shadows, snakes under a quilt, creeping in almost unseen until they emerged in milky ripples at the water's edge.

Ross took a deep breath of the air, which was heavy with the smell of sea. He fancied he could hear the waves breaking.

Dawn came and matters were worse for it. Because now, emerging from the darkness, I could see, what before I had only felt, the great curtains of rain crashing down on me from towering heights and the waves that threw a path over me and trod me underfoot one after another.

Loneliness comes up to him like a sniffing dog. It circles him insistently. He waves it away, but it refuses to leave him alone.

In surfing, and maybe even in life, the trick is to use the calm between the waves to position yourself for the next one.

The sea, the sea's swell, silent and breathless.

De partea cealalt? este locul fericirii, al marii persuasiuni È™i al marelui abandon, al acelui "da" necondiÈ›ionat pe care îl spunem vieÈ›ii, l?sându-ne duÈ™i de valuri sau stând întinÈ™i pe plaj?, în armonie cu existenÈ›a pur? È™i absolut? lipsit? de orice activitate È™i hot?râre, cu lenta È™i vida succesiune a orelor care, probabil, este percepÈ›ia cea mai liber?, intens? È™i ferice a lumii.

According to his controversial theory, we notice the tops of the waves, but beneath the surface some kind of synchronistic mechanism may exist that mysteriously connects events in our world and causes them to cluster.

All Hallow's Day: grief comes in waves. Now it threatens to capsize him.

Waves tossed themselves against the shore, dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea.

her steed kicks up off the cliff and in to the air. Mine follows. The wild exhilaration of flying hits me, and I grin with familiar delight. Beneath us are the whitecapped waves and ahead the shimmering lights of mortal towns, like a mysterious land strewn with stars.

It will not be easy to live on an island if I am tormented by the waves.

They were lying on a bed of soft moss at the edge of The Crooked Forest. He could hear waves crashing along the shore. She was sprawled out in a robe of silver, her hair spread beneath her like a tide pool.