Quotes About Ocean

When old men met, they talked about the sea—

A great ship asks deep water.

Many times have I stolen gems from the depths And presented them to my beloved shore, He takes in silence but still I give For he welcomes me ever. Khalil Gibran Song of the Wave

The Mind, that Ocean where each kind Does streight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other Worlds, and other Seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green Thought in a green Shade. Andrew Marvell The Garden

The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides; above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; And far away into the sickly light, From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green. Alfred Lord Tennyson

She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.

The sea is never weary. I must be as tireless.

Sail far. Sail fast.

Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name.

Under the sea, the fish eat us. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.

A smuggler must know the tides and when to seize them.

Under the sea the old fish eat the young fish.

The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.

A whining voice at the back of my mind insisted that while the greedy ocean rose, year by year, the real catastrophe was yet to come. Behind that again was the cowardly whisper of humanity in all ages, 'Please, not in my time.

I have never heard a fisherman say that he loves the sea.

The sea lifted smooth blue muscles of wave as it stirred in the dawn-light, and the foam of our wake spread gently behind us like a white peacock's tail, glinting with bubbles.

sun-bleached boat

you reached a small half-moon bay, rimmed with white sands and great piles of dried ribbon-weed that had been thrown up by the winter storms and lay along the beach like large, badly made birds' nests.

shiny ribbon-weed, looking like dark feather boas, anchored to the sand

I stepped into the gin-clear sea which was as warm as a bath.

O pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep.

The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.