Quotes About Ocean

Far and away, the greatest threat to the ocean, and thus to ourselves, is ignorance. But we can do something about that.

People don't need to be scared. I tickle sharks. I do, when they swim by.

The first lesson my kids got about the ocean was to respect it. You can never turn your back on the ocean when you're dealing with tides and currents - factors beyond your control. You have to be the CEO of your family on the water. CEO stands for 'constant eyes on,' and it's something I never forget.

There is nothing quite so good as burial at sea. It is simple, tidy, and not very incriminating.

I can remember stepping out of the car with my skates already tied, smelling the ocean breeze.

The great Satyr and Tiger of Hyrcania presents a gift to those of the Ocean; A fleet's chief will set out from Carmania, one who will take land at the Tyrren Phocaean.

The breath is like the waves in the ocean that help circulate the water so that it does not become stagnant.

Bottles and food wrappings bobbing in the tide

When I paint, the Sea Roars Others Splash about in the bath

Earthly refreshment is at best a sipping from intermittent springs, but God is the ocean!

The color blue fills the entire mirror and, watching it, I think that is how a small northern town in America works. It enlists one beautiful thing like the ocean or the mountains or the snow to keep people stuck and stagnant and staring out to sea forever.

We watched the water between us rushing back out to sea and I swear I saw the ocean fill up with words, like Jude was bleeding all the things he couldn't tell anyone because it might kill him.

Then there is the ocean, mean and beautiful.

Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal: Returning thee the tribute of my duty, Which here my love, my youth, my plaints reveal.

Colors sluiced the air with fugal patterns as a shape subsumed the breeze and fell, to form further on, a brighter emerald, a duller amethyst. Odors flushed the wind with vinegar, snow, ocean, ginger, poppies, rum. Autumn, ocean, ginger, ocean, autumn; ocean, ocean, the surge of ocean again, while light foamed in the dimming blue that underlit the Mouse's face. Electric arpeggios of a neo-raga rilled.

Her beams bemocked the sultry main,Like April hoarfrost spread;But where the ship's huge shadow lay,The charmed water burnt alwayA still and awful red.

Alone, alone, all, all alone;Alone on a wide, wide sea.

Sailors will tell you that seasickness comes in two stages – in the first you think you're going to die and in the second you're very afraid you're not going to.

I felt better when I got there. I don't know what it is about a beach - the drifty, fake-coconut scent of suntan lotion, the endless whoosh of little waves lapping the shore, or the way the sun beats down so bright and hot, you feel too baked to think - but when I was there, I could almost forget everything. I floated in the cool water, too tired to actually swim, then flopped down on a towel and read. I read a lot." -Stella

Maria didn't fear the sea but, as taught by her father, she respected its power. In her experience the ocean had no intent to drown travellers.

I came at last to the ocean And found it wild and black, And I cried to the windless valleys, "Be kind and take me back!

Evening: New York Blue dust of evening over my city, Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads, Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.

Ahead was an ocean of rabbit brush bursting with yellow blossoms. The prairie under hoof was lavender in the dimming light.

Time is like the ocean, always there, always different.