Quotes About Waves

I'd become the little surfer in my childhood drawings.

Emotions are like waves rising on the ocean of the ind. Waves are part of the ocean, but not the ocean itself. Even an ocean whose surface is wracked by fierce wind and rain contains great calm in its depth. In the same way, a deep,bright seat of the mind lies beyond our stormy emotions.

A politician is a person who can make waves and then make you think he's the only one who can save the ship.

Her gaze dims as her nostalgia for Palermo overcomes her. Those smells of seaweed dried by the sun, of capers, of ripe figs, she will never find them anywhere else; those burnt and scented shores, those waves slowly breaking, jasmine petals flaking in the sun.

ferry was sailing toward it, dipping up and down on the rolling waves. "Is that Rainspell Island?" she asked.

Playing it safe is like body surfing in two feet of water. You may not drown, but you're also not in deep enough to catch any but the most meager of waves. The most dangerous strategy is to play it safe. In its place, Break-It Thinkers take risks and break rules and challenge convention, making change an ally." —Robert Kriegel 2

Motivation comes in spurts—which is why Stanford psychologist B. J. Fogg recommends taking advantage of "motivation waves" so you can weather "motivation troughs.

La serenidad no implica estar siempre calmado: implica haber aprendido a manejar las olas de las emociones con habilidad y agilidad.

As enduring as the ocean waves, unconditional love was the cornerstone of transformation.

Fish bones walked the waves off HatterasAnd there were other signsThat Death wooed us, by water, wooed usBy land:

emotions were far from linear. They were circles and waves and dots and triangles. But they were rarely a straight line." Chapter 13 · Page 114 · Location 2031

He must think her one of those aggressive competent American women. I am competent, she thought, her head lying on the edge of the boat, tears swept away by the high waves.

if you were quiet and blended into the background, you were less likely to make waves

Theres a difference between waves and your thought...waves come n go back but your thought keep on sweeping my mind...

I looked out into the sea and saw our love in the endless ocean. I looked to the floor and watched as the waves erased every memory.

Myself, I've always been organized in waves. For months on end, slowly descending into disorder, I drift with the status quo. Then I wake up one morning with a sudden compulsion to color-code my socks or stack them vertically.

The sea sounded like a thousand secrets, all whispered at the same time.

WYATT: What kind of sound waves? DR. BAZELON: Tapes of the cries of baby mice. This sound reaches a level of forty thousand cycles per second. It's the purest thing in nature.

Make no mistake. I take these children seriously. It is not possible to see too much in them, to overindulge your casual gift for the study of character. It is all there, in full force, charged waves of identity and being. There are no amateurs in the world of children.

hair. "The flow is constant," Alfonse said. "Words, pictures, numbers, facts, graphics, statistics, specks, waves, particles, motes. Only a catastrophe gets our attention. We want them, we need them, we depend on them.

I take these children seriously. It is not possible to see too much in them, to overindulge your casual gift for the study of character. It is all there, in full force, charged waves of identity and being. There are no amateurs in the world of children.

righteousness/waves. When we obey the Lord's commandments our righteousness will be unstoppable, as waves are. Also, our righteousness will truly be subject to the pull of the heavens, as the waves are subject to the moon.

What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?

The description of shock and grief hot so close to home: but sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illuminated in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead