Quotes About Ocean

en de certains lieux, en de certains heures regarder la mer est un poision.

It had been the first kiss for both of them, and to this day, when Dean kissed a woman, he longed for the smell of the sea.

Your mama told me that if a girl grows up smelling sea air, she can never really breathe inland.

music; the wave tops form notes and rise up and

even though she felt danger slip silently into the water and swim toward her.

THE VIKING TERROR Bitter is the wind to-night, It tosses the ocean's white hair: To-night I fear not the fierce warriors of Norway Coursing on the Irish Sea.

De o parte si de alta a soselei, pe portiunea acoperita cu palcuri mohorate de padure pana la linia orizontului, totul este plin cu noroi, iar pentru ca noaptea care se pogoara dizolva consistenta, absoarbe culoarea, transforma incremenirea in plutire, pietrificand tot ce misca, soseaua pare o nava ce stationeaza, leganandu-se misterios in mijlocul unui ocean de mal, mare cat o lume intreaga.

She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear. It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you.

The boat sped on through the sparkling ocean and into the promise of the moonlit night.

There are 350 varieties of shark, not counting loan and pool.

O prophet flowers! with lips of bloom, Surpassing, in their beauty, The pearly tints of ocean shells-- Ye teach me faith and duty.

It was like fighting a tide, and in the fight was the same terror: of being swept into deep water, beyond all safety.

Laut seperti ibu. Dalam dan menunggu.

I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.

Among the valleys of the distant waves we will eventually meet. […] The orange sun will recognize us. It owes us. It will be the sun from nineteen hundred and forty-forever. O no cloud in the sky! O ocean full of fish hiding! The sun seduced us before we could be virgins.

The birds swoop nearer. They are gulls. Why, then, We must be close to the ocean! Indeed, The sounds of your music come clearly, Composing themselves in the air. It was written, I think, that I'd find you Against some sort of crazy crashing backdrop That could go on forever, being an awful bore, Then change into a storm. But the birds atilt, Hung in the sky like little notes ranging, the birds Atilt have no connection with music.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

Past are three summers since she first beheld The ocean; all around the child await Some exclamation of amazement here: She coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased, Is this the mighty ocean? is this all?

It was an ocean she lived across from, ran beside everyday, but Julian knew how much it terrified her. She could force herself into it, sick and shaking, but he hated watching her do it, hated watching his strong Emma torn to shreds by the terror of something so primal and nameless she couldn't explain it even to herself. It made him want to kill things, destroy things to keep her safe. Even though she could keep herself safe. Even though she was the bravest person he knew.

I remember the morning you walked back from the sea, dirty trousers rolled, your feet pale as prisoners, poems and broken shells falling through a hole in your pocket. You stood for a moment and smiled at the gulls and it was as though the sun, the water, the day had conspired to put you back together again. I hope you walked into death as you did into that morning chasing a poem your step a little jaunty and your eyes full of the sea.

his shoes and ran down onto the part of the sand where it's all wet and shiny, waiting for another wave to come in. When it did, it splashed up onto

In my mind I know the name of an ocean the size of everything that was. My mouth can only call it death.

All the hair dye diluted itself into the sea a long time ago and I hope the jellyfish enjoyed their time as platinum blondes, I really and honestly do.

The Sirens flicked their wings at the wall, inscribing it with their own blue ink: Even in penance is beauty; blessed are all the ocean's drowned!