Quotes About Ocean

I hadn't realized that this whole "water" thing was going to be an issue for me. I mean Ã¢â'¬Â¦ half the world is water, right? And we're all half water to boot. So stepping into the sub should have felt like a sheep falling into a big pile of cotton. Only it didn't. It felt like a sheep falling into a pile of nails. Wet nails. On the bottom of the ocean.

you will never find a murderess more intoxicating, more entrancing, than the sea.

Each time I came crashing down into the ocean porpoiselike, water hit my face like the slap of a jilted lover.

Il embrassa la mer d'un regard et se rendit compte de l'infinie solitude où il se trouvait

Han lutade sig mot relingen, gav sin tribut till evigheten och spottade i havet.

My life is like a stroll upon the beach, as near to the ocean's edge as I can go.

Her tact had to reckon with the Atlantic Ocean, the General Post-Office and the extravagant curve of the globe.

Mrs. Nettlepoint stared.  "I couldn't do that." On which I was the more amused that I had to explain I was only amused.  "What does it signify now?" "I thought you thought everything signified.  You were so full," she cried, "of signification!" "Yes, but we're further out now, and somehow in mid-ocean everything becomes absolute." "What else can

But she had after all a better reason for coming to Rome than that she cared for it so little. Her friend easily recognized it, and with it the worth of the other's fidelity. She had crossed the stormy ocean in midwinter because she had guessed that Isabel was sad.

Giving and receiving are at bottom one thing, dependent on whether one lives open or closed. Living openly one becomes a medium, a transmitter; living thus, as a river, one experiences life to the full, flows along with the current of life, and dies in order to live again as an ocean.

Y la conciencia plena es verdaderamente como un océano inagotable que se da al sol y a la luna y que incluye también el sol y la luna. Todo lo que existe nace del ilimitado océano de la luz... incluso la noche.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Ahab is for ever Ahab, man. This whole act's immutably decreed. 'Twas rehearsed by thee and me a billion years before this ocean rolled. Fool! I am the Fates' lieutenant, I act under orders.

Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.

The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true-- not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon's, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe.

When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean's skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang.

Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure.

I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass.

Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.

That over these sea pastures, wide rolling watery prairies, and Potters' Fields of all four continents, the waves should rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly; for here, millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like some slumberers in their beds; the ever rolling waves but made so by the restlessness.

He offered a prayer so deeply devout that he seemed kneeling and praying at the bottom of the sea.

I tell you, the sperm whale will stand no nonsense.

How I snuffed that Tartar air!--how I spurned that turnpike earth!--that common highway all over dented with the marks of slavish heels and hoofs; and turned me to admire the magnanimity of the sea which will permit no records.

Nevertheless the sun hides not Virginia's Dismal Swamp, nor Rome's accursed Campagna, nor wide Sahara, nor all the million miles of deserts and of griefs beneath the moon. The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true -- not true, or undeveloped.