Quotes About Ocean

Awhile back, Gramps had told James to start bathing in the ocean, to get ready, get tough. "To become a warrior?" James asked. "No, the world has too many warriors. You'll be a peacekeeper, a healer.

All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean shadows and depths.

Osaka: Ah always wanted to go to the ocean and rifd a dolphin. Sakaki: ...That would be nice. Osaka: Ah know, right? (Osaka and Sakaki stare at the ocean lost in thought; Sakaki imagining riding a dolphin). Yomi: Look at you two space cadets. What's going on? Osaka: We was thinkin' 'bout 'Roids. Sakaki: Eh... No... =,o

And when she went to look at it, she nearly died of fright, it was so ugly. Its eyes were jellyfish, its hair of seaweed, and the mouth was like a mussel.

What does everything mean to you right now, this second, while you are looking out at an ocean of possibility?

There's something about being near the ocean that puts your life in perspective. It's reassuring, that's what it is.

The sand and the sea bowed to her glory; reveling in her presence and soaking up her beauty.

The sea/the same then as now: more blear than blue, more/blue than silver

For each of us, then, the challenge and opportunity is to cherish all life as the gift it is, envision it whole, seek to know it truly, and undertake -with our minds, hearts, and hands- to restore its abundance. It is said that where there's life there's hope, and so no place can inspire us with more hopefulness than that great, life-making sea -that singular, wondrous ocean covering the blue planet.

The largest animal in the ocean and the largest living land animal were no more than a hundred yards apart, and I was convinced that they were communicating! In infrasound, in concert, sharing big brains and long lives, understanding the pain of high investment in a few precious offspring, aware of the importance and the pleasure of complex sociality, these rare and lovely great ladies were commiserating over the back fence of this rocky Cape shore, woman to woman, matriarch to matriarch

The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

Dolphins may even be able to name each other with signature whistles. But their society may nevertheless be one of an overlapping network of minds, wandering linked through a transparent ocean.

Here, on the edge of what we know, in contact with the ocean of the unknown, shines the mystery and the beauty of the world. And it's breathtaking.

O amor é grande e cabe nesta janela sobre o mar. O mar é grande e cabe na cama e no colchão de amar. O amor é grande e cabe no breve espaço de beijar.

I was not wholly irreverent. I honored all gods who professed an interest in human folk, and I respected custom and rituals that evoked the great mysteries of the world: death and birth, forests, ocean, and storms, music, copulation, and fermentation.

I always knew I'd be a sailor. In my cradle, playing with my toes, I knew it. What else could there have been? The sailors had made my blood move before I was born, I now believe. As my mother stood one night upon the shit-smelling Bermondsey shore with me in her belly, the sailors had sung out there across the great river, and their siren song had come to the shell-pink enormity that was my listening ear newly formed in the amniotic fluid. Or so I believe.

Ah, the ocean. The movement of eternity right in front of us." (61)

The deep doesn't bother swallowing just anybody. The sea takes the extraordinary and leaves the rest be

Michael and Jo Dee had given up long ago. They had brought the bottle and clue along and were playing "drop the mystery clue in the bottle." As far as Michele was concerned, they might as well drop it back in the ocean.

She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.

The salt water tingled my feet and made them feel so good all the rest of the day, and just to think, the same water that bathes the shores of China and Japan came clear across the ocean and bathed my feet.

when the tide comes in, it's all good. But when the tide goes out, the mood that cannot and should not be named comes over you and into you. Because to name it would be an act of summoning.

There comes a time in the life of a sailor when he no longer belongs ashore. It's then that he surrenders to the Pacific, where no land blocks the eye, where sky and ocean mirror each other until above and below have lost their meaning, and the Milky Way looks like the spume of a breaking wave and the globe itself rolls like a boat in the midst of the sinking and heaving surf of that starry sky, and even the sun is nothing but a tiny glowing dot of phosphorescence on the sea of the night.

Beyond the reef's white surf the water was a deep blue, as if in shadow, but in here it was emerald so dazzling you'd think the sand below contained a source of energy as strong as the sun.