Quotes About Ocean

And Gat did shut up, but his face contorted. He stood abruptly, picked up a rock from the sand, and threw it with all his force. He pulled off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shoes. Then he walked into the sea in his jeans. Angry.

He learned to read the ocean by a cupful. He also learned to regard each port of call as part of the journey and not as the destination. Every voyage begins when you do.

Surfing is good for the soul, worries seems to drift away as you scan the horizon for the next wave.

All matter, including you and I, has rhythmic movement within it and our quest should be to create a proper rhythmic harmony within ourselves…you feel happy when you sit near an ocean because your vibrations try to synchronize with the frequency of the waves.

Ma-ma-oo didn't gun the motor so we puttered along. The day promised to be a scorcher, but out on the ocean with the spray cooling on my face and the wind drying it away, the heat was bearable. I wished summer would never end. I wished I could do this all year and never have to go back to school. I wished I could pick berries and go fishing with Ma-ma-oo and spend all my days wandering.

We hear the ocean in our dreams,' " Neeka said, " 'our cages of blood and bone sing her songs. Exiled on shore, our tongues caress the lost words we no longer understand, her language of salt and surging.'

In the ocean, [bioluminescence] is the rule rather than the exception.

Guarded with ships, and all our sea our own.

He maketh the deep to boil like a pot.

And Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.

Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay,Watchin' the tide roll away.I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay,Wastin' time.

Leviathan that crooked serpent… the dragon that is in the sea.

Seventy-five percent of our planet is water - can you swim?

Under water men shall walk,Shall ride, shall sleep, and talk;In the air men shall be seenIn white, in black, and in green.

They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters.

Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? or hast thou walked in the search of the depth?

The desert attracts the nomad, the ocean the sailor, the infinite the poet.

Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever.

Half owre, half owre to Aberdour,'Tis fifty fathoms deep;And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,Wi' the Scots lords at his feet!

What shall we do with the drunken sailor,Early in the morning?

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, supernatural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite.

Maybe living was no more than getting swept over a riverbed and eventually out to sea, no choices to make, only the vast, formless ocean ahead, the frothing waves, the lightless tomb of its depths.

Grandfather said that the ocean was large enough to contain every dream everyone had ever dreamed, but until now he had no comprehension of what that meant.