Quotes About Ocean

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

The wind that blows, the ship that goes And the lass that loves a sailor.

Praise the sea; on shore remain.

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters.

There breaks in every Gloucester wave A windowed woman's heart.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea.

The ocean and I have many pebbles To find and wash off and roll into shape.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore.

There's never an end for the sea.

I treated the wound with antibiotic cream and let it close before doing any serious snorkeling—and incidentally, I do very much like the phrase serious snorkeling. If I could somehow figure out a way to incorporate the sentence I'm a serious snorkeler, bitchezz without it seeming like a gratuitous aside, I would. And I guess I just did. It's magic, really.

Eve felt the shuttle dive, simply closed her eyes. Nothing made sense about being thousands of feet over an ocean. It was insanity. The human race was just bat-shit crazy.

Out of the dark, out of the delicate mist, the lady rose up. Torch held high, face serene and somehow kind. Lights glowed in her, around her, charging her with brilliance, with purpose. And how many, Eve thought, had seen that welcome, that promise, when they'd crossed an ocean to a new world? A new life? How

Cuando cruzas el océano en barco, todos los recuerdos se te borran y empiezas una vida completamente nueva. Así es la cosa. No hay nada antes. No hay Historia. El barco amarra en el puerto, bajamos por la pasarela y nos zambullimos en el presente. El tiempo empieza entonces. Las agujas del reloj echan a andar.

God, those eyes of his were gleaming again. So blue, so bright, the color endless, like the sea. An ocean to swim in. To drown in. To die in.

But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her, the stars burning so extravagantly those nights that anyone could tell you they would never last.

To make the sea your own, to watch over it, to brood your very soul into it, to accept it and love it as though only it mattered and existed.

What is the universe but a lot of waves And a craving desire is a wave…

We were so used to traveling we had to walk all over Long Island, but there was no more land, just the Atlantic Ocean, and we could only go so far.

It's all a sea, I swim out of its in the afternoons.

Ah back – Ah forth— Ah shish – Boom, away, doom, a day – Vein we— firm – The sea is We Parle, parle, boom the earth –Aree –Shaw, Sho, Shoosh, flut, ravad, tapavada pow, coof, loof, roof, — No, no, no, no, no, no— Oh ya, ya, ya, yo, yair— Shhh— ('SEA' Sounds of the Pacific Ocean at Big Sur)

If you put a spoonful of salt in a cup of water it tastes very salty. If you put a spoonful of salt in a lake of fresh water the taste is still pure and clear. Peace comes when our hearts are open like the sky, vast as the ocean.

Between us and the bottom of the sea was less than an inch of wood. And yet, I aver it, and I aver it again, I was unafraid.

While it's typical to find steamed clam recipes which include a bit of bacon or sausage, you might not think of adding shredded ham hock, but it's another way to pair the lusty, smoky flavor of animal fat with the briny ocean flavor of shellfish.