Quotes About Ocean

Everything else on deck vanished as well, the Fougueux's rigging, her upper works, everything.

running his dividers across a map of the Atlantic and calculating how many leagues his ships could cover each day.

to get the box containing the signals and ship's orders and throw it into the sea.

It didn't work like that at sea.

He found it hard to understand that the sea was a law unto itself, beyond anyone's control.

the French and Spanish fleets were moving hurriedly to form a line of battle in the dark.

The ocean extends an invitation to the swimmer that it withholds from the person who has never learned to swim. With every skill we learn, the world reshapes itself to reveal greater possibilities.

Hugest of living Creatures, on the Deep Stretcht like a Promontorie sleeps or swimmes, And seems a moving Land, and at his Gilles Draws in, and at his Trunck spouts out a Sea. —Milton, Paradise Lost, Book VII

Cultures of the fungus Penicillium have also been grown from sediment sampled 127 meters below the floor of the Pacific Ocean.15 This is a mystifying discovery, because we have no idea what a filamentous fungus is doing down there with no oxygen and so little to eat.

Ah knew his eyes were blue and though his face seemed rugged, even swarthy in the sepia tones of the photograph, it was obvious that the sea and salt had been instrumental in darkening what was once a pale and bloodless complexion – like mine.

Thenike laughed, and Marghe listened to that laugh: rich, smoky, warm, it rolled like breaking waves on a flat beach, as if it could go on forever, changeless.

I could feel the open air, taste salt on the breeze.

That night she dreamt of seawater coursing over her glistening skin, of flying underwater and over it, and woke in the glimmer of dawn with a shivering yearning, delicious and unnameable.

Her own sea-grey with green to his sea-green with grey.

If I could have been a marine biologist I would have, but I didn't have that kind of intelligence. Numbers were never my strong point.

The very desire to live is the messenger of death, as the longing to be happy is the outline of sorrow. The world is an ocean of pain and fear, anxiety and despair. Pleasures are like the fishes, few and swift, coming rarely, quickly gone.

Our minds are just waves on the ocean of consciousness. As waves, they come and go. As ocean, they are infinite and eternal. Know yourself as the ocean of being, the womb of all existence.

Pain and pleasure are the crests and valleys of the waves in the ocean of bliss. Deep down there is utter fullness.

On the edge of things was the sound of the ocean, that tectonic drum, the heartbeat of the earth.

There is something called the rapture of the deep, and it refers to what happens when a deep-sea diver spends too much time at the bottom of the ocean and can't tell which way is up. When he surfaces, he's liable to have a condition called the bends, where the body can't adapt to the oxygen levels in the atmosphere. All of this happens to me when I surface from a great book.

I could live alone forever if I just had a view of the sea.

Marcus Aurelius had a marvellous sense of who, and where, he was: As the Emperor Antoninus, Rome is my city and my country; but as a man, I am a citizen of the world . . . Asia and Europe are mere corners of the globe, the Great Ocean a mere drop of water, Mount Athos is a grain of sand in the universe. The present instant of time is only a point compared to eternity. All things here are diminutive, subject to change and decay; yet all things proceed from . . . the one Intelligent Cause.

My mathematics is helpless against the sea.

No writing is good enough until you, as an author, make a small contribution, the size of a drop, into the ocean of the world's literature.