Quotes About Ocean

The beach was empty and dark but she couldn't hear her fear over the call of the surf.

As enduring as the ocean waves, unconditional love was the cornerstone of transformation.

That's when we lean on God and constantly seek his face and heart and thoughts, because there's no way we can ever swim in the deepest part of the ocean unless we know the one who holds the seas in the palm of his hand.

Instead, God wants to take us on an adventure far out into the widest part of the ocean. He leads us into deep waters where there's no way our feet can touch bottom anymore. That's when we lean on God and constantly seek his face and heart and thoughts, because there's no way we can ever swim in the deepest part of the ocean unless we know the one who holds the seas in the palm of his hand.

More wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of the ocean. Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent. All my days I have watched it and listened to it, and I know it well. At first it told to me only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things; of things more strange and more distant in space and time.

Even so, when the framework of the world is dissolved, and the final hour, closing so many ages, reverts to pristine chaos, then the fiery stars will drop into the sea, and the earth will shake off the ocean...and the whole distracted firmament will overthrow its laws.

may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your innocence sail through this to that — Lucille Clifton, "blessing the boats," Blessing the Boats: New and Selected Poems, 1988-2000 . (BOA Editions Ltd. April 1, 2000)

Mermaids are the intermediaries between the human world and the great, deep energies of grandmother ocean. They keep the song of the waters, and they call out to us, to remind us that the great ocean is our true mother and the home of all life.

The loneliest creature on earth is a whale that has spent more than twenty years calling out for a mate, I read, but whose voice is so different from those of the other whales that none of them ever respond.

the breeze would draw a violin bow across the branches of a tree and I would again hear her lullaby. I would listen to the chime of coins being counted, and I would imagine her laughter. Her voice was caught in the shell of my ear, as if it were the ocean.

It was not a wave but a smooth rolling swell that seemed to come up from the deeps, as if something vast down there had stirred itself.

How flat all sounds are at the seaside, flat and yet emphatic, like the sound of gunshots heard at a distance.

We swam in sunshine and in rain; we swam in the morning, when the sea was sluggish as soup, we swam at night, the water flowing over our arms like undulations of black satin; one afternoon we stayed in the water during a thunderstorm, and a fork of lightning struck the surface of the sea so closer to us we heard the crackle of it and smelt the burnt air.

I looked out into the sea and saw our love in the endless ocean. I looked to the floor and watched as the waves erased every memory.

A bad relationship is like drowning in an ocean. It's pulling you under, but then someone saves you, and they're like a floatie.

Your believing or not believing in karma has no effect on its existence, nor on its consequences to you. Just as a refusal to believe in the ocean would not prevent you from drowning.

She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear.It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you.

Like a deep sad noteplayed beneath the oceanwaving through the orbthe memories of youthe bittersweet echoesinfixed forever in my heart

She would stay there, flying across the sea like a mermaid with wings, until the end.

Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.

The novelist screws up his courage in order to invest another two or three years in another attempt to float a boat of original design upon an invented ocean.

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 roads to the shore.

I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me.

The sea was as dark as dreams and as deep as sleep.