Quotes About Ocean

I drink from a small spring, my thirst exceeds the ocean.

Twelve-year-old Islay. Good stuff if you liked peat, smoke, earth, rain, despair, and the Atlantic Ocean, and who doesn't like that?

If you want to see sharks, I'd go to the port side. That's the left side for you landlubbers.

Her blush was the color of a coral reef, but smooth.

And sometimes she would dream again of being Namakaokahai'i, her waves rolling across burled coral beds, scattering moonlight, cresting higher and higher the farther she traveled over the reef. She was a colossus of water and motion soaring toward the black crescent of 'Awahuua Bay, her soul perched on the curling lip of the wave, riding it in the only way she could now; she felt the mana, the power in her waves, felt the rumble in her ocean depths.....

After dinner she liked to linger in the aft lounge on "A" deck, listening to music and watching couples swing dancing. She would have given all the rest of her life to be on that dance floor with Kenji, feeling his arms around her as he held her close, followed by a long walk in the moonlight with nothing but ocean and freedom in every direction.

You've been so lonely, he murmured as he searched for what he needed. So afraid to leave. A thin smile crossed his face. At night, desperate to sleep, you'd imagine an ocean. I can see it . . . I can see the island.

Josef followed the small group of kids through the raised doorway onto the bridge of the St. Louis. The bridge was a narrow, curving room that stretched from one side of the ship to the other. Bright sunlight streamed in through two dozen windows, offering a panoramic view of the vast blue-green Atlantic and wispy white clouds. Throughout the wood-decked room were metal benches with maps and rulers on them, and the walls were dotted with mysterious gauges and meters made of shining brass.

If you want to build a ship, don't summon people to buy wood, prepare tools, distribute jobs, and organize the work, rather teach people the yearning for the wide, boundless ocean. Antoine de Saint-Exupery A

Existen personas. Existen historias. Las personas creen modelar las historias, pero lo contrario suele acercarse más a la verdad. Las historias modelan el mundo. Existen independientemente de las gentes. En lugares donde no hay hombres, también hay mitologías. Los glaciares tienen sus leyendas. El océano canta sus propios romances.

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When you see a picture of the ocean, it's cut off at the edges. You know it goes on and on to the right and on and on to the left, but you never really know how it feels to see that until you actually do see it.

As he stared into the ocean, he must have tossed a lifetime of apologies into its silence. Maybe he thought the tide would wash his troubles away.

The train surges forward. I start singing an old Irving Berlin song Mom used to play on the piano: "How much do I love you? I'll tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?…And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry? How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?

A wave never strikes the shoreline twice

The horizon, to remind you of your courage, sends its gentle waves of confidence to kiss your feet.

Darkness at high altitude, the midflight quietude, always makes him think of the bottom of the ocean. There's a submarine quality to the experience, a sense of dredging the bottom instead of scraping up against the stratosphere.

21 Y respondiendo Jesús, les dijo: En verdad les digo, que si tienen fe, y no andan vacilando, no solamente harán esto de la higuera, sino que aun cuando digan a este monte: Arráncate, y arrójate al mar, así lo hará. 22 Y todo cuanto pidan en la oración, como tengan fe, lo alcanzarán. 23

When I see a dolphin, I know it's just as smart as I am.

looks out at a wave breaking like a white pencil being drawn across a blue piece of paper.

Chapman's Piloting, Seamanship, and Small Boat Handling

I pray to be like the ocean, with soft currents, maybe waves at times. More and more, I want the consistency rather than the highs and the lows.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.

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.