Quotes About Ocean

Then they appeared to ooze off, for all became quiet save for the lapping of the waves on the shore. And, by Jove, so sedulously did these waves lap that gradually a drowsiness crept over me and not ten minutes after I had made up my mind that I should never get to sleep again in this world I was off as comfortably as a babe or suckling.

Below him, the woolly dog raged like the ocean at the base of a cliff.

I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling but because, I don't know, because this ocean is yours, and mine: these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures, fans upon whose feathers love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors -- all bear the trace of someone's fingers on their handle or surface, the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness.

I need the sea because it teaches me

I move in the university of the waves.

Las olas dicen a la costa firme: Todo sera cumplido.

Yaln?z bir yer, daha önce söz ettim bu yapayaln?z yerden, burada toprak okyanusla dolu, burada kimse yok, yaln?zca at izleri, kimse yok, yaln?zca rüzgar, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizin sular?na yaÄŸan yaÄŸmur, kimse yok, yaln?zca denizde artan yaÄŸmur.

Para que tú me oigas mis palabras se adelgazan a veces como las huellas de las gaviotas en las playas.

Porque o amor, enquanto a vida nos acossa, é simplesmente uma onda alta sobre as ondas.

Inclined in the afternoons I throw my sad nets to your ocean eyes. There it strains and blazes in the highest bonfire, my loneliness, flailing arms like a shipwrecked sailor. I make red signals over your eyes, absent, which swell like the sea at the shore of a lighthouse.

Estrellas Cuando en el cielo las estrellas desestiman el firmamento y se van a dormir de dia, las estrellas de agua saludan al cielo enterrado en el mar inaugurando los deberes del nuevo cielo submarino

Pulpos Oh pulpo, oh monje encarnizado la vibracion de tu atavio circula en la sal de la roca como un satanico desliz. Oh testimonio visceral, ramo de rayos congelados, cabeza de una monarquia de brazos y presentimientos: retrato del escalofrio, nube plural de lluvia negra.

Cuando estuve por primera vez frente al océano quedé sobrecogido. Allí entre dos grandes cerros (el Huilque y el Maule) se desarrollaba la furia del gran mar. No sólo eran las inmensas olas nevadas que se levantaban a muchos metros sobre nuestras cabezas, sino un estruendo de corazón colosal, la palpitación del universo.

El mar inmenso y libre para nadie es más triste que para un barco atado por anclas de oro y seda!

I am the Cosmic Ocean of sound and the little wave of the body vibration in it.

A medida que silenciaba los dos tumultos naturales, podía contemplar las multitudinarias olas de la creación diluirse en un reluciente océano, lo mismo que las olas del mar, cuando pasa la tormenta, se disuelven serenamente y retornan a la unidad.

It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.

I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.

The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean.

The porpoise has always been a sign of renewal and of the charged magical life.

A breeze lifted off the ocean and several hundred notes from the wind chimes tinkled like ice shaken in silver cups. They altered the mood of the forest the way an orchestra does a theater when it begins tuning up its instruments.

In twenty feet of water, . . . the four of us watched the moonlight play on the surface of the water. It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass.

The Atlantic is a cheesy, second-rate ocean," Jordan shouted back, but he was starting to judge the incoming waves again. "It would be okay if it had a hurricane come up the coast every day. But it'll never be the Pacific. Now, you ride, Jack. See that fourth wave forming? Don't be afraid when the bottom drops out of it. That's the board entering the heart of the wave. Just rise to your knees on the first one. Remember, it's all about surfaces.

Like an ocean on fire, the red-tiled rooftops of Rome spread out before him, glowing in the scarlet sunset.