Quotes About Ocean

O soul, be changed into little waterdrops,And fall into the ocean—ne'er to be found.My God! my God! look not so fierce on me!

I admit, I was afraid to love. Not just love, but to love her. For she was a stunning mystery. She carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand, and I, I was afraid to fail, like the others. She was the ocean and i was just a boy who loved the waves but was completely terrified to swim.

Seandainya Amerika dapat mengerti perasaan kami dan ketidaknyaman kami, dia akan menyadari bahwa lautan dollar takkan dapat merebut hati kami.

The sea, the sea's swell, silent and breathless.

Quis o mar e sentiu os lençóis da cama.

El mar es mío, el sol es mío, la tierra es mía. Y me siento feliz por nada, por todo.

La mer chante à bouche fermée

As ocean blushes the blues it can't absorb, reflecting back a day.

Yours is a strange dream, a strange reverie. No, it's a strange beach; each body is a strange beach, and if you let in the excess emotion you will recall the Atlantic Ocean breaking on our heads.

ocean's snaking blues beyond the meadow

White spume flew its ghost against the glass.

From 'A Bowl Fallen From the Roof' Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry ways to the shore. -Rumi

For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life.

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.

Håkan realized now that he had always thought that these vast territories were empty—that he had believed they were inhabited only during the short period of time during which travelers were passing through them, and that, like the ocean in the wake of a ship, solitude closed up after the riders.

He will remember his first sight of the open sea: a gray wrinkled vastness, like the residue of a dream.

O, give me burning blueand brittle burnt sea-weedabove the tide-line,as I stand, still unsatisfied,under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

Storms are less fickle than they are, seas less capricious.

She had arrived in a gown of black silk beneath a cage of fish bones and shells, her deep aquamarine hair caught up in a crown of coral.

Come with me beneath the waves,' she calls to him. 'Drown with me in delight.' He laughs a little shakily. 'A compelling offer, but I must see my quest to its conclusion.

Las tormentas son menos volubles de lo que son, los mares menos caprichosos.

We walk, fading stars overhead, brine in the air.

Nicasia, meanwhile, wears the colours of the sea. Her gown is the green of kelp, deep and rich. Her aqua hair is braided up and adorned with a cunning crown made of fish bones and jaws.