Quotes About Ocean

The baby turtles are turning away from the ocean. It's easy to see why. The black waves lap up the moonbeams, and the starlight on the inky surface of the water gives off such a pale glow when you compare it to the megawatt flashlights that Raffy is swirling in hypnotic circles.

Of course not. I just want you to feel more at home. Not like a visitor." "But that's what I am," Larkin protested. Bitty stood, her knees cracking, and laughed. "You tell yourself that over and over again, sweetie, but it'll never drain the salt water running through your veins. The outgoing tide might suck all the water from the creeks and marshes here, but eventually the ocean pushes it all back where it belongs.

Sometimes in the morning, when it's a good surf, I go out there, and I don't feel like it's a bad world.

Time was the invention of men who would confine the ocean and bottle the wind. Eternity is too short to fulfill the promise of love my sould holds for you.

Time was the invention of men who would confine the ocean and bottle the wind

When my mom was alive, I'd gone to church more often. She'd told me once that she didn't believe that any one religion was doing it right, but that she was open to the fact that there might be a higher power. Sometimes she felt it at church, sometimes she'd felt it on the ocean" -Lucy

I've always lived here, by the sea. I was a beach brat. I was born riding the peak of a crest of a wave. I was born with salt in my eyes. No, I mean it. I was conceived right down there on that beach. Six years old and surfing. It's all that sea in me. That's what makes my eyes change color. I've got waves inside. The ocean runs through me, man.

They want this resource for themselves. They're blaming us for the low salmon runs. But we're not the ones overfishing. We've always caught what we needed. Some years are better than others, but we respect the cycle. We did not create this mess. You see over there? They are allowed to catch more than us because the government said they could. And further out, in the ocean, they can catch even more.

Los rostros que yo amo, los míos, quedaron atrás, y mi alma los teje, los borda encima del mar

With the sound of waves outside, the bed seemed like our own Guld and we were swimmers. Front to front, out bodies slicked with sweat, each swimming and stroking, one against the other. We rode the waves to the crests, then plummeted down, only to ride the wave to the next breaker. We swam against the current that threatened to pull us under.

mermaids floated

She had choked the octopus.

struck by the pain of the ice and the rage of the water below that was forced to make room for the huge piece of frozen time, the glacier, trapped in a solid state for centuries, melting into the ocean and becoming one with its future. She feels small and insignificant in the face of such a display of nature.

Look out, everyone! ... We're being attacked by a giant sq ... well, no ... I'd say medium squid!

I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea.

The tides run, the sun sets, the night passes, and in the morning, just at dawn, the islands come into view again as they did for Cook so long ago, a fresher green breast of the new world than ever the old Atlantic sailors saw, and still a place of gentle, beckoning beauty.

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His sextant is a natural extension of any seaman navigator; virtually a part of him. Even today, in a maritime world of satellite precision fixing, the sextants are as much a necessity as they were aboard the Indiamen of old. No well-run merchantman will make an ocean passage without each and every one of her deck officers reporting to the bridge before midday, sextant in hand in preparation for 'sights'.

The Gulf Stream is part of a vast global conveyor belt of moving water that has the power to change climate and alter human lives.... The Atlantic conveyor system has power equivalent to one hundred Amazon Rivers and is one of the great drivers of global climate.

it would become increasingly clear that only one solution remained: those frigates would have to cross the ocean and try a different kind of diplomacy, one that came from the mouths of their cannons.

Waves climbed the slope of the beach, fell back, and came again.

Each wave was the only wave.

From where I sit it today, pirate country starts about ten miles east of me. Foulness, Paglesham and the Blackwater. To this day, pubs out there go silent when a stranger walks in. You're standing on their dirt, after all. A life on the ocean waves is one thing, but blood and soil are entirely another.

When we left, the sun was taking its evening dip, slipping down into the ocean inch by inch like a fat woman afraid of the water.