Quotes About Ocean

Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.

later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever—Jacques Yves Cousteau The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea—Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Pois, Mãe, então mar é o que a gente tem saudade?

Behind him lay the gray Azores,Behind the Gates of Hercules;Before him not the ghost of shores,Before him only shoreless seas.

We came across a rucksack, wedged in among the coral. It was fastened up, but it seemed to have been invaded by some weird fluffy white sea creature that was trying to get out. "What's that ?" said Arnie, poking it. Miranda and I took a second look, and started to giggle. "It's tampons," I said. "Expanding widthways when wet—" "Yecch!

darkness, salt on her lips, big boats lingering on the horizon, crates of liquor luring them out, rolls of bills in her hands, lawmen on the take, and funerals. Desire and kisses. New York City on the arm of a man. A nice dress. Racing over the ocean. Whiskey bottles. Fear and exultation. How had it come to this? And where

Matthew emerged from sleep slowly, luxuriously. It must be nearly noon. He swam up from the depths of a calm warm sea. The glittering sea of the far south that he'd read about. A blue sea under a glorious sun. A sea full of pearls and exotic creatures and soft silky water. And mermaids. Indubitably there were mermaids in this sea. His particular mermaid slept naked in his arms. When he was inside her, she undulated in endless waves like a sea of pleasure.

De Leidsche Courant biedt de helpende hand." (Pg13) "De golven rollen zo dat ze over de kop slaan" (pg 19) "Die blijven altijd kind, ze kunnen niet volwassen worden." (Pg 42)

A whisper. To speak in a whisper. To whisper—like the sea.

Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evil but if some god shakes your house ruin arrives ruin does not leave it comes tolling over the generations it comes rolling the black night salt up from the ocean floor and all your thrashed coasts groan

at the bottom of the ocean is a layer of water that has never moved…

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

The cure for everything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea.

Both of us, together in the same delirium, yoked up together for the selfsame chore. Dragging the waters, together. Our huge nets scraping the ocean floor for its meager treasures. Infallible, a madman's memory drags up details like mussel shells.

If you don't die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young.

It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

and turned his eyes the color of a winter sea.

At the dune line, just before the whispering stands of sea oats and dune grass began, the sand was as damp and cold as the skin of a snake under my feet.

bottom of the sea," whispered Ivy. Bean

It's his last thrill and his last sting of love, as fresh and painful as youth transplanted over time and an ocean. There is nothing left for him now except to die, but that will take a while because he is a creature of habit, and he has got into the habit of being alive.

We do not exploit our dolphins for profit.

I'd love to have a proper sailing boat and go around the world.