Quotes About Ocean

To see the ocean once is to learn how to miss it.

Eres mi puerto seguro en un mar infinito y tempestuoso.

You don't really understand the ocean until you are in the midst of it, nothing but ocean on all sides, stretching away endlessly. Only then do you realize how small you are, how powerless.

I can tell you of the waves and water, but you don't begin to get an inkling of its size until you stand on the shore. You don't really understand the ocean until you are in the midst of it, nothing but ocean on all sides, stretching away endlessly. Only then do you realize how small you are, how powerless.

Ci sono tre cose che gli uomini saggi temono: il mare in tempesta, una notte senza luna e la rabbia di un uomo gentile.

El olor de mar le gustaba tanto, que deseaba respirarlo puro algún día y en grandes cantidades, a fin de embriagarse de él.

But now Americans, they felt a sense of peace and protection because they've been separated by so many thousands of miles of ocean. And you know, the fact that it's come to the U.S. like this is so sad, and yet you know, what can you do? It's here.

as St Augustine put it, was man a mere child playing in the rock pools of a beach ignoring the great ocean whispering beside him?

There is a song within us all. I know this now because in the long silences of the open ocean I have heard it. It resounds. It is perpetual. It cannot be ignored. It is sweet. You can try to dismiss it, but it is more forceful than you are; it can drive you in ways of which you will not be conscious, for it is setting the tempo of your life even more strongly than the beat of your heart. Over time its volume will vary: one minute shrill, whispering the next. Yet it remains and is all-powerful

a flash of silver just below the surface.

Foamy pitchers of beer swirled over the sea of heads like flotsam caught in a current.

It's time to end the cruel slaughter of whales and leave these magnificent creatures alone.

If the feet of enlightenment moved, the great ocean would overflow; If that head bowed, it would look down upon the heavens. Such a body has no place to rest. . . . Let another continue this poem.

He believes that the salmon and its long journey through endless oceans back to its home river is, in some strange way, a symbol of his own journey to become closer to his God. You know, a few hundred years ago, the sheikh might have been called a saint, if there are saints in Islam?

The sea, the ever renewing sea!

Mon âme pour d'affreux naufrages appareille.

Tired of life, afraid of death, not unlike A lost brig, toy of ebb and flow on the ocean, My soul weighs anchor for a frightful shipwreck.

Surfing soothes me, it's always been a kind of Zen experience for me. The ocean is so magnificent, peaceful, and awesome. The rest of the world disappears for me when I'm on a wave.

There are things we find only at our lowest depths. The idea of wings and then wings themselves. An ocean worth crossing one dark mile at a time. The whole of the sky.

There are things we find only at our lowest depths. The idea of wings and then wings themselves. An ocean worth crossing one dark mile at a time. The whole of the sky. And whatever suffering has come is the necessary cost of such wonders, as Karen once said, the beautiful thrashing we do when we live.

Perhaps Ernest's marriage meant, as I'd said, that there was no cliff to fling myself from. But what did that matter when love itself was an ocean, and you could drown in even a teacup of it?

I wasn't nearly so clever. More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

are things we find only at our lowest depths. The idea of wings and then wings themselves. An ocean worth crossing one dark mile at a time. The whole of the sky. And whatever suffering has come is the necessary cost of such wonders, as Karen once said, the beautiful thrashing we do when we live.

If I were any kind of water," Eden said, staring out and out, "I'd want to be this ocean." You already are, I wanted to tell her. You're everything I can see.