Quotes About Submarine

Kaylie looks him over. "Are you a sub pilot?" "Head instructor." David feels the blood rush from his face. "You're in charge? I thought I—

The bright languid people on the corners threw laughter at them now, a shout or two, and it seemed as if the whole great submarine python stirred to quicker currents. Ricky felt a ripple of hallucination and saw here, for just a moment, a vast inked mural, the ink not dry, themselves and all around them still half-liquid entities billowing in an aqueous universe …

the Trident submarine, which was capable of firing hundreds of nuclear warheads, cost $1.5 billion. It was totally useless except in a nuclear war, in which case it would only add several hundred warheads to the tens of thousands already available. That $1.5 billion was enough to finance a five-year program of child immunization around the world against deadly diseases, and prevent five million deaths

Rose put down her fork. Lord Submarine... Camarine. Whatever.

One day, one of my dreams is to someday get to do Nemo in '20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.'

Our film examines the heroism, courage and prowess of the Soviet submarine force in ways never seen before.

Lord Submarine . . ." "Camarine." "Whatever." "You can call me Declan." He said it as if granting her knighthood. The nerve.

After the situation with Kursk submarine, I started looking at Mr. Berezovsky in a completely different way. For me, it was a turning point in our relationship. I think that he took a completely dishonorable position.

I remember being captivated by Jules Verne's 'Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea' when I read it as a kid.

I wasn't expecting a stealth, supersonic, vertical take-off submarine fueled by the eerily whistling ghosts of necromantically murdered dolphins.

silly me, I wasn't expecting a stealth, supersonic, vertical take-off submarine fueled by the eerily whistling ghosts of necromantically murdered dolphins.

Yes,' Smirnov answered, 'he was on a nuclear-powered submarine.

Yeah, have a couple cases of beer sent out," Commander Wood replied. It was the current joke between P-3C and submarine crews. "Thanks for the data. We'll take it from here. Out." Overhead, the Lockheed Orion increased power and turned southwest. The crewmen aboard would each hoist an extra beer or two at dinner, saying it was for their friends on the submarine.

If you penetrate the hull at deep depth, the sudden pressure change inside the hull supposedly causes the air to ignite and everyone inside the boat incinerates.

Quentin leaned forward. A circle had just changed to a dot. A P-3C had just dropped an explosive sounding charge and localized an Echo-class attack sub five hundred miles south of the Grand Banks. For an hour they had a near-certain shooting solution on that Echo; her name was written on the Orion's Mark 46 ASW torpedoes.

The Navy wanted to see just how effective her new quieting systems were.

You hear rushing air. If you penetrate the hull at deep depth, the sudden pressure change inside the hull supposedly causes the air to ignite and everyone inside the boat incinerates. I

the three-rotor encoding machine that all the Kriegsmarine (War Navy) ships and subs at sea use in lieu of the Enigma.

On a sub, you know, there's no place for things to drain to. The survivors claimed that the blood was knee-deep all through the submarine.

My father was in the navy. I always found it a bit strange that he would choose to spend an extraordinary amount of time underneath the water in a submarine with 60 men.

The scariest stunt I've ever done was on 'Captain America.' We were doing some underwater sequence. I was in a submarine, and Chris Evans had to break the glass, and the water had to fill up quickly in the submarine.

Hi there, this is Captain Nemo of the Submarine Nautilus speaking. Over. You're who? The guy in Twenty Zillion Leagues Under the Sea. You know. Great flick. Saw it when I was a kid in Seattle. Best part was the fight with the giant squid.

I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.

It seems to me absolutely true, that our world, which appears to us the surface of all things, is really the bottom of a deep ocean: all our trees are submarine growths, and we are weird, scaly-clad submarine fauna, feeding ourselves on offal like shrimps. Only occasionally the soul rises gasping through the fathomless fathoms under which we live, far up to the surface of the ether, where there is true air.