Quotes About Ocean

?nsan der: "Okyanustan daha zekiyim ben." Olas?d?r; dahas? oldukça da do?rudur; ama onun okyanusta yaratt??? ürküntüden daha ço?unu okyanus onda uyand?r?r: Kan?tlanmas? gereksiz bir ?ey.

L'homme dit : « Je suis plus intelligent que l'océan. » C'est possible ; c'est même assez vrai ; mais l'océan lui est plus redoutable que lui à l'océan : c'est ce qu'il n'est pas nécessaire de prouver.

Some say the ocean roars, I hear it ever weeping. Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before. Weep, O sea, for the open graves that fill your shore.

To your simple existence, do not boast; merely to breathe or move or think is not to live. The shore of the sea is but a ghost, compared to the depth its wholeness gives. You exist in the miry foam; make the ocean depths your home.

A pebble thrown in a pool may ripple from end to end, but tossed into the sea, it is swallowed by enormity.

And the sea has boundless patience.

I love the sea because it is boundless.

I wish I could live underwater. Maybe then my skin would absorb the sea's consoling silence.

The stars knew what was coming, who was lurking. They always did. They'd seen it all before, countless times, across vast, green oceans and ethereal night skies. They recognizes the tiny, sparkling glow, nearly hidden in the wise old oak tree sprawling above the Roberts-Darlings' backyard. They recognized the crouched, shadowy figures within its branches. The stars weren't the only spectators closely observing Lily, Wendy, and Michael.

Low tide smells mud-black and tangy, but high tide smells clean and salty.

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the seagreat heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies.And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender youngand dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Thy hand shall guide me and Thy right hand shall hold me.

Books are sharks... because sharks have been around for a very long time. There were sharks before there were dinosaurs, and the reason sharks are still in the ocean is that nothing is better at being a shark than a shark.

I loved 'Jaws.' I think that is not really a horror film, but it made me afraid of the ocean for a very long time.

In April, God speaks to us in the seas whose rhythmic murmuring fills our ears from a long way off. It was in April that the Titanic went down into the deep to lie like a slasher's victim, bleeding the 'debris field' - its passengers' personal possessions, the everyday things of everyman and everywoman - across the ocean's floor.

I was on a beach in Hawaii for a video shoot once, and it was incredibly beautiful. It had very fine black sand with a silver sparkle running through it.

Shrimp farms are a scourge on the earth, frankly, from an environmental point of view. They pour huge amounts of pollutants into the ocean. They also pollute their next-door neighbors.

As long as there was an ocean between them, everything would be fine.

In truth, I find the ocean unnerving. Too vast. I much prefer the forests around Stony Cross. They're always fascinating, and full of commonplace miracles... spiderwebs glittering with rain, new trees growing from the trunks of fallen oaks. I wish you could see them with me. And together we would listen to the wind rushing through the leaves overhead, a lovely swooshy melody... tree music!

Last night was remarkably clear. I looked up at the sky to find the Argo. I'm terrible at constellations. I can never make out any of them except for Orion and his belt. But the longer I stared, the more the sky seemed like an ocean, and then I saw an entire fleet of ships made of stars. A flotilla was anchored at the moon, while others were casting off. I imagined we were on one of those ships, sailing on moonlight.

None can contain the magnificence of a wave kissing sand or the perfect spiral of a shell drying translucent in the sun or the fire of morning rising over endless water.

It's like, if you walked along the shore here and had it in your mind exactly what each wave was supposed to leave behind, instead of being surprised by what does turn up, you'd be upset that it wasn't like you planned. What's supposed to be a beautiful mystery would just be a constant disappointment. That's the way I look at it. Life is a beautiful mystery. Somebody else is in charge of the ocean. You don't get to make a list of what it should bring.

Shiprock was the merfolk town where Shona used to live.

Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.