Quotes About Ocean

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...

a twenty-knot streak looked like; if there weren't

The sea! The sea!

La conciencia es un fenómeno en medio de un océano de fenómenos que escapan a su control, de manera que no creo que podamos ejercer una completa supervisión de todo lo que pasa por nuestra mente.

Le poisson rouge ne peut ramener la complexité des océans à la quiétude de son bocal. (p.185)

The sea is heated by the sun (at a net rate QN) and stirred at the

The old Pilgrim barks, borne as by a miracle over the angry ocean

the last few miles of the Atlantic Ocean back to England with all of the jewellery hidden in her knickers. Granny

You see, time is an ocean, not a garden hose. Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud.

Ravenous appetites and strange desires lurking just below, like I was bobbing on an inner tube in the middle of the ocean while below me swarmed the swift shadows of a vast school of Cthulhus.

little submersible was prepped and ready to go. Just over a

No need to shoot the breeze with Nixon when the surf was so great

What is more like love than the ocean? You can play in it, drown in it...it can be clear and bright enough to hurt your eyes, or covered in fog, hidden behind a curve of roads and then suddenly there in full glory. It's waves come like breaths, in and out, body stretched to forever in it's possibilities, and yet it's heart lies deep, not fully knowable, inconceivably majestic.

Because what is more like love than the ocean? You can play in it, drown in it. It can be clear and bright enough to hurt your eyes, or covered in fog; hidden behind a curve of road, and then suddenly there in full glory. Its waves come like breaths, in and out, in and out, body stretched to forever in its possibilities, and yet its heart lies deep, not fully knowable, inconceivably majestic.

The night smelled like blackberry leaves and the ocean's nearness, something sweet and deep and full.

An untold story has a weight that can submerge you, sure as a sunken ship at the bottom of the ocean. I learned that. This kind of story, this kind of things kept secrets -they have the power to keep your head in forever, and most of all for yourself.

I smile. Not just at bad clowns, but at "library science." I like that name. It makes a library sound as vast and mysterious as the universe or the ocean, requiring specific study to be understood.

Water returns to the ocean. Light returns to the sun. Life returns to God.

The beauty of blue water touches my heart and lovingly invites me to swim with her.

Rogerson, " I asked him sweetly as we sat watching a video in the pool house, "where would I find the pelagic zone?""In the open sea, " he said. "Now shut up and eat your Junior Mints.

Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still are.

The feeling of freedom and scent of sea air are intoxicating. As the wind picks up, I gain speed, holding on to life with a capital L

In the stillness of the ocean, I wonder at the dancing waves.