Quotes About Ocean

We're driving the largest cleanup in history.

Growing up, I used to go to an inlet to lay out and try to meet all the surfer guys.

I'm a beach girl, I lay by the water all day.

When I was a little kid, I always wanted to be an oceanographer.

Nazare loves me! I said God loves surfers, but Mama Nazare definitely loves me.

You have an instinct, Sophie, that's how, said Howl. Nothing is safe from you. If I were to court a girl who lived on an iceberg in the middle of the ocean, sooner or later—probably sooner—I'd look up to see you swooping overhead on a broomstick. In fact, by now I'd be disappointed in you if I didn't see you.

Tienes un instinto especial, Sophie —continuó Howl—. Contigo nada está a salvo. Si decidiera cortejar a una doncella que viviera en un iceberg en el medio del océano, antes o después, probablemente antes, levantaría la vista y te vería volando por allí en una escoba. De hecho, me llevaría una decepción si no fuera así.

Below us somewhere in the gelatinous phantasmagoria of churning blue, the whales wouldn't be much aware of the storm.

We carry the ocean within us; our veins mirror the tides.

Blood in the water I sing, and one who shed it: deadliest hunger I sing, and one who fed it- weaving the ancient-most tale of the Sea's sending: singing the tragedy, singing the joy unending This is our shame- this is the whole Ocean's glory: this is the Song of the Twelve. Hark to the story! Hearken, and bring it to pass: swift lest the sorrow long ago laid to it's rest devour us tomarrow!

The sea sounded like a thousand secrets, all whispered at the same time.

The longness and shortness of the present moment can be recognized by utilizing a big image of the moon, which is reflecting on the surface of the ocean, and a small image of the moon on the surface of a cup of water, or in another example the very wide scale of the whole sky itself, and the very narrow space of the moon, which is shining in the sky.

There is a seaward bulge of stratocumulus. Sun glint and littoral drift. I see blooms of plankton in a blue of such Persian richness it seems an animal rapture, a colour change to express some form of intuitive delight.

She walked into the room and went to the window. She opened it. She threw the window open. She didn't know why she did this. Then she knew. She wanted to feel the sea tang on her face and the flow of time in her body, to tell her who she was.

When you build a city near no mountains and no ocean, you get materialism and traditional religion. People have too much time and lack inspiration.

She saw the deepness that was at the edge of France and it made the beach under her feel like a ledge on a cliff.

Do not think to swim below. The ocean is already pushing into ears, sinuses, temples, the softness of eyes, and the harpsichord strings behind the kneecaps.

WINSLOW HOMER

If you put a spoonful of salt in a cup of water it taste very salty. If you put a spoonful of salt in a lake of fresh water the taste is still pure and clear. Peace comes when our hearts are open like the sky, vast as the ocean.

An ocean with a single shore gets little traffic.

ANY FOOL CAN GET INTO AN OCEAN BUT IT TAKES A GODDESS TO GET OUT OF ONE.

Aimlessly It pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. No One listens to poetry. — from "Thing Language

This ocean, humiliating in its disguises Tougher than anything. No one listens to poetry. The ocean Does not mean to be listened to. A drop Or crash of water. It means Nothing. It Is bread and butter Pepper and salt. The death That young men hope for. Aimlessly It pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. No One listens to poetry. — Jack Spicer, "This ocean, humiliating in its disguises," The Collected Books of Jack Spicer. (Black Sparrow Books; First Edition edition July 1975)

This ocean, humiliating in its disguises" This ocean, humiliating in its disguises Tougher than anything. No one listens to poetry. The ocean Does not mean to be listened to. A drop Or crash of water. It means Nothing. It Is bread and butter Pepper and salt. The death That young men hope for. Aimlessly It pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. No One listens to poetry.