Quotes About Ocean

Jiko: Surfer, wave, same thing. That's just stupid, I said. A surfer's a person. A wave is a wave. How can they be the same? Jiko looked out across the ocean to where the water met the sky. A wave is born from deep conditions of the ocean. A person is born from deep conditions of the world. A person pokes up from the world and rolls along like a wave, until it is time to sink down again. Up, down. Person, wave.

Jiko looked out accross the ocean to where the water met the sky. A wave is born from the deep conditions of the ocean, she said. A person is born form the deep conditions of the world. A person pokes up from the world and roll along like a wave. Until it's time to sink down again. Up, down. Person, wave.

story is more than just a discarded by-product if your bare experience. Story is its own bare experience. Fish swim in water, unaware that it is water. Birds fly in air, unaware that it is air. Story is the air that you people breathe, the ocean you swim in, and we books are the rocks along the shoreline that channel your currents and contain your tides. Books will always have the last word, even if nobody is around to read them.

story is more than just a discarded by-product of your bare experience. Story is its own bare experience. Fish swim in water, unaware that it is water. Birds fly in air, unaware that it is air. Story is the air that you people breathe, the ocean you swim in, and we books are the rocks along the shoreline that channel your currents and contain your tides.

Maketa," I said, throwing myself down in the sand. "I lost. The ocean won." She smiled. "Was it a good feeling?" "Mm," I said. "That's good," she said. "Have another rice ball?

A wave is born from deep conditions of the ocean," she said. "A person is born from deep conditions of the world. A person pokes up from the world and rolls along like a wave, until it is time to sink down again. Up, down. Person, wave.

Finding Nemo

Who is the madder,' Osman the clown whispered into his bullock's ear as he groomed it in its small byre, 'the madwoman, or the fool who loves the madwoman?' The bullock didn't reply. 'Maybe we should have stayed untouchable,' Osman continued. 'A compulsory ocean sounds worse than a forbidden well.' And the bullock nodded, twice for yes, boom, boom.

Va contra la naturaleza humana caminar mansamente hasta que el mar se te traga.

Your world, my world, all worlds,' came the reply. 'They are all there to be Ruled. And inside every single story, inside every Stream in the Ocean, there lies a world, a story-world, that I cannot Rule at all.

A compulsory ocean sounds worse than a forbidden well.

Give me a wave I can ride upon, come and show your strength to me.

If a ship is strong, the ocean's tides do not trouble it.

The secret of our success on planet Earth is space. Lots of it. Our solar system is a tiny island of activity in an ocean of emptiness.

The night was shining with stars. They were at the top of the Montee de Villedjuif, on the plateau from which Paris is a dark sea shimmering with millions of lights like phosphorescent waves; and waves they are, more thunderous, more passionate, more shifting, more furious and more greedy than those of the stormy ocean, waves which never experience the tranquility of a vast sea, but constantly pound together, ever foaming and engulfing everything!

Dantes,rejected by all the world,frequently experienced a desire for solitude, and what solitude is at the same time more complete,more poetical , than that of a bark floating isolated on the sea during the obscurity of the night, in the silence of immensity and under the eye of Heaven? Now this solitude was peopled with this thoughts, the night lighted by his illusions, and the silence animated by his anticipations.

Seventeen months captivity to a sailor accustomed to the boundless ocean, is a worse punishment than human crime ever merited.

azuré.Le yacht avançait rapidement, quoique en apparence il y eût à peine assez de vent pour faire flotter la chevelure bouclée d'une jeune fille.

Een zee zonder golven is geen zee

At midnight the wind in the trees can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

He stepped off the pavement like a man jumping off a bridge, as calm as a swimmer with an ocean out below. Lucy had known what he was going to do the instant their eyes met. She'd know what he intended because she would have done the very same thing if she'd had his courage. Nothing was going to break his fall.

They were beautiful shells, as white as the surf in the sea. When you held one up to your ear you could hear the sound of your best friend talking to you, even if she was a thousand miles away.

She had come to believe that if her father had wanted a docile daughter, he should never have allowed her access to the ocean.

The children ran ahead. A white trail of sand cut through the scrub pine and the yellowing beach grass, rising across the dunes and then dropping down again to the wide white beach that then itself dropped down again, sharply, a kind of cliff, a kind of collapse—the way the children felt their breaths collapse, coming to its edge, to the terrific thunderclap of the ocean.