Quotes About Ocean

Sometimes, leaving the road, I would walk into the sea and pull it voluptuously over my head and stand momentarily drowned in the cool blind silence, in a salt-stung neutral nowhere.

Of all the things I wish for her, above all, I want her to know and love the sea.

The feeling of freedom and scent of sea air are intoxicating. As the wind picks up, I gain speed, holding on to life with a capital L

Neither I nor the four flippers of the sea-bear of the Boreal ocean have been able to solve the riddle of life.

O Ocean, you remind me somewhat of the bluish marks one sees on the battered backs of cabin boys.

These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.

The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.

You know, there's a big world out there filled with desperate orphans who would gladly swim across an ocean of thumbtacks just to be eclipsed by the long shadow that is cast by my accomplishments.

The sea... some have said is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.

el mar, del que alguien ha dicho que no es otra cosa que una biblioteca de todas las lágrimas de la historia.

how to construct a device that could retrieve a rock after you had skipped it into the ocean.

I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life.

Miami Beach is where neon goes to die.

She preferred to lie up by the dunes with the waves bursting, to listen while they crashed like the final chords of a symphony except they went on and on. There was nothing as fine as that.

There was something life-giving about the sea, as if it were the pulse of God keeping the world alive.

Hush, said a wave. Rush, said its fellow

Shelly pulled out another crate. "People back then were the original recyclers, weren't they? Wooden crates, reusable glass soda bottles. That was kind of cool. Why did we ever stop? Now we have plastic bottles littering the ocean.

The Pacific Ocean waters were cool.

You looked pretty good out there," she said, smiling up at him. "A little like a tasty seal, but I didn't see any hungry sharks.

The salt smell of the ocean, sharp and steady, called to her from the window. Looking out, she saw her sisters, the waves, beckoning her with their white arms.

Jeez, Dougie," I said, "I thought you were dead." "Naw, I just wished I was dead. My dad got transferred to Arkansas, so I went with them, but I'm telling you, Arkansas was no place for me. No action, you know what I mean? And if you want to go to the ocean it takes days." "Are

Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.

I must go down to the seas again to find where I buried the hatchet with Yesterday.

During my first open ocean dive, I went down to 800 feet and turned out the lights. I knew I would see bioluminescence, but I was totally unprepared for how much. It was incredible! There were explosions of light everywhere, like being in the middle of a silent fireworks display.