Quotes About Ocean

The porpoises said hello to Molly. She told them all her teeth were green.

Los vientos y las olas siempre favorecen a los navegantes más hábiles. —EDWARD GIBBON

ocean surf beat on relentlessly

sofa. She looked around, her eyes taking in a wall of French doors that was visible on the ocean side. The room was huge, with ceilings that soared at least twenty feet high. An interior second-story balcony ran across one side of the room. Another wall held a collection of finely bound books. Comfortable furnishings were placed throughout.

Tormentas de estrellas Sobre el fragor de las olas... ¿Nos mojaremos, amor?

Scoprì immediatamente che, se manovrava le vele nel modo giusto, l'Albatro tagliava le onde come un coltello bene arrotato. Le corde scricchiolavano piacevolmente e la prora affilata sembrava sibilare, mentre puntava dritta a nord.

Andar si godeva il silenzio che si stendeva sul mare quando stava per arrivare un nuovo giorno. In quei momenti la superficie gli appariva straordinariamente bella e gli sembrava che il mare trattenesse il respiro, aspettando il sole.

Micronesia. "It was near Guam," Steve Blauner says. "A guy that sick to

By week's end, when we'd had all manner of weather, I finally saw what it was about heavy seas and marvelous rest: in heavy seas you feel rocked to sleep, with the windows' spume a gentle shushing, the engines' throb a mother's pulse.

The inactive viewer's screen is the color of way out over the Atlantic looking straight down on a cold day.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red." "My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King;

Whence is that knocking? How is't with me when every noise appals me? What hands are here! Ha - they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood         Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.

For now I stand as one upon a rock Environed with a wilderness of sea.

Ross took a deep breath of the air, which was heavy with the smell of sea. He fancied he could hear the waves breaking.

inclined his head and moved off slowly across the beach.

Thalassa, Thalassa!

My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.

My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific Ocean and I hope that my telling of his tale does not disappoint him.

It's a big ocean crossed by busy ships. I went slowly, observing much.