Quotes About Ocean

At the start of my career, I fought to prevent offshore drilling along the Atlantic Coast.

We uploaded 'Ocean Eyes' to SoundCloud, and it started getting a lot of plays pretty much immediately.

We would have loved to have stayed in the U.K. but we're creatures of California and we missed the ocean and most of all the sun.

The dream home would be stepping out of the house and feeling sand on my bare feet.

Oh! teach my heart that chilling lore That the world hath taught to Thee. While I am on the sunny shore, What are the ocean storms to Me? Oh! some that with me used to sail, Now wreck'd 'neath the waters lie; But we have felt no adverse gale, We will coldly pass them by.

The anchor heaves, the ship swings free The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!

I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.

The ocean may be large, but guess what space is larger.

The Kon-Tiki expedition opened my eyes to what the ocean really is. It is a conveyor and not an isolator.

It was a great moment on board when two large boobies were spotted above the horizon to westward

But you can't navigate a raft," he added. "It goes sideways and backward and round as the wind takes it.

The Kon-Tiki expedition opened my eyes to what the ocean really is. It is a conveyor and not an isolator. The ocean has been man's highway from the days he built the first buoyant ships, long before he tamed the horse, invented wheels, and cut roads through the virgin jungles.

The dolphin (dorado), which is a brilliantly colored tropical fish, must not be confused with the creature, also called dolphin, which is a small, toothed whale.

People think that the ocean is made up of waves and things that float on top. But they forget—the ocean is also what lies at the bottom, all the broken things stuck in the sand. That, too, is the ocean.

It isn't the words we speak that make us who we are. Or even the deeds we do. It is the secrets buried in our hearts." She looks sharply at Bhima. "People think that the ocean is made up of waves and things that float on top. But they forget—the ocean is also what lies at the bottom, all the broken things stuck in the sand. That, too, is the ocean.

Part of my procrastination was down to leaving things to the last moment in case of a civilization-spinning idea popping up after I'd started work. Of course, this envisaged procrastination might be hard to spot in my monumental laziness, like a fish's tears in an ocean.

Tofino Expeditions

June 1. The opening day of the Atlantic hurricane season

I've never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none.

I grew up sailing in the North Sea.

I'm obsessed with great white sharks. And I want to dive into the coral of the Great Barrier Reef.

In front the sea was spread, a smiling jailer, but even more incorruptible than the frowning mountains.

O]nly the sea is like a human being . . .always moving, always something deep in itself is stirring it. It never rests; it is always wanting, wanting, wanting. It hurries on; and then it creeps back slowly without having reached, moaning. It is always asking a question and it never gets the answer.

The sea was as dark as dreams and as deep as sleep