Quotes About Ocean

Gwen?" "Yes." "You know why we have to be together, don't you?" "..." "I'm your selkie.

Waves broke, then sighed as if they were searching, not finding, then coming back, never giving up the search, returning again and again.

Whales are like elephants of the sea. They have family structures, mannerisms, and habits that are similar to our own.

POSH Before air-conditioning, cabins on the side of ocean liners facing the sun became unbearably hot. Thus richer passengers paid a premium to have their tickets on the P&O Line from England to India stamped "Port Out—Starboard Home." So p.o.s.h. became a synonym for someone who was upper class. PULL

The ocean tosses up a thousand arms to embrace the storm that falls across her like a drunken sailor. His thunder slaps her thighs, his lighting piercing her waters. They pound me between the hips and I begin to panic, knowing their passion will destroy me.

He who commands the sea has command of everything.

The wooden wall is your ships.

The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb—for we have no word to speak about it.

The United States has the largest and best navy in the world.

We are as near to heaven by sea as by land.

When I'm in America, I like to be near the sea, listen to music, watch films, read and write.

I really have a passion for the sea, so I think it's important that whatever I do, I want to be near the sea.

If I had my will I would live in a ship on the sea, and never come nearer to humanity than that!

My dreams are of water. And my nightmares.

He breathed deeply when he reached the sand, tasting salt in the air, feeling like the foreigner he was.

Cierro los ojos y me convierto en un barco intrépido, osado e invencible en medio de un mar agitado, y ella es mi vela.

I was unable to throw myself in the ocean," she writes, the handwriting more erratic as the painkillers seep into every cell, shutting out lights in empty rooms.

When we went into the ocean, I watched his body as he dove into the waves, and it gave me a feeling in my stomach that wasn't an ache but something different.

Uno puede vivir junto al mar y no amar a los tiburones

She stepped closer to the edge to watch the waves beat against rock. She felt that way, she mused. Battered by forces that were beyond her control, lapped in a violent, endless war with no choice but to stand.

eyes of absolutely clear and perfect blue. Her

You wake up at SeaTac. I study the people on the laminated airline seat card. A woman floats in the ocean, her brown hair spread out behind her, her seat cushion clutched to her chest. The eyes are wide open, but the woman doesn't smile or frown. In another picture, people calm as Hindu cows reach up from their seats toward oxygen masks sprung out of the ceiling. This must be an emergency. Oh.

The perfume, all those dead whales in the cuts in her hands, it stings.

Man knows next to nothing about the ocean. And because of that, he doesn't respect it, and he is ruining it with overfishing, pollution, global warming, toxic algal blooms.