Quotes About Waves

He'd known the headland was undercut from years of waves and weather, but he hadn't expected to trigger its complete collapse. Shoving the wall over had been merely an attempt to complicate the situation. He'd never imagined . . . this.

I Go Down To The Shore I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.

Clear cascades!Into the waves scatterBlue pine needles.

The River Mogami has drowned Far and deep Beneath its surging waves The flaming sun of summer

Inviting the wind to carry Salt waves of the sea, The pine tree of Shiogoshi Trickles all night long Shiny drops of moonlight.

I've never had a coconut chilli Martini before,' I tell him. 'That's the thing with getting older. You run out of new things to try.' 'Oh, I don't know,' he says, still the optimist. 'I have lived beside one ocean or another most of my life and I have yet to see the same wave twice. It's the mana, you see. It's everywhere. It's never still. It keeps the world new. The whole planet is a coconut chilli Martini.

Beauty--be not caused," said Emily Dickinson. "It is." In one way she was wrong. The scattering of light over a long distance creates a sunset. The crashing of ocean waves on a beach is created by tides, which are themselves the result of gravitational forces exerted by the sun and the moon and the rotation of the Earth. Those are causes. The mystery lies in how those things become beautiful.

From here the waves sound like breaths. Inhale. Exhale.

I would sit on the beach, as waves crashed and retreated over the sparkling sand like lost dreams

It was a kind of laugh that made me wish there was no air for those manic waves to travel on and reach my ears.

Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,At their return, up the high strand,Begin, and cease, and then again begin,With tremulous cadence slow, and bringThe eternal note of sadness in.

The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits--on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand . . .

Language is everything, since it is the voice of no one, since it is the very voice of things, the waves and the forests.

Small minds just like light winds can never create giant waves.

There are only two options for a ship: Either to sail to the sea and fight with the waves or rot in a port! The same is valid for the man!

Nas ondas estão escritas mil estórias, dessas de embalar as crianças do inteiro mundo.

Clarent and Excalibur. Together. Yesterday, he had held them in his hands and watched as the two swords had fused together to create a single stone sword. Even from across the room, Dee could feel the power radiating from the object in long slow waves.

Je suis en système libéral Comme un loup dans un terrain vague, Je m'adapte relativement mal J'essaie de ne pas faire de vagues.

My connection to the earth is reinforced through the rhythm of the waves.

I have heard it said that there are no such things as exceptional waves, but I believe that it might also be said about the sea as about the weather, that the only thing constant about it is its inconstancy.

Erano in fondo a un oceano e le stelle non erano altro che riflessi delle onde sotto la luna di un altro mondo.

I've experienced waves of hopelessness and despair, alternating with determination and enthusiasm for living.

Uzundur denizin gecesi uzundur karas? denizin yaln?zca bir kez Musa için k?z?l saçlar?n? ikiye ay?ran dalgalar en uzun hat?ras? bir daha avunmaz suyun bir daha geçilmez denizin

The wind of inevitability draws memories in the sand and falls asleep with new waves of stories. And the way he does it is the whole art of the philosophy of awareness. The sandy aesthetics that our mind draws is washed away by oblivion. And this shows that the mind has no values, because everything undergoes oblivion disappears into oblivion and everything is immersed in newness.