Quotes About Ocean

After living at sea for twenty years or more, the female loggerhead returns to the beach of her birth to nest. She travels hundreds of miles through the Atlantic, her three-hundred-pound, eddish-brown carapace filled with hundreds of fertile eggs.

Quien se guiase por la lógica podría inferir de una gota de agua la existencia de un océano Atlántico o de un Niágara sin necesidad de haberlos visto u oído hablar de ellos. Toda la vida es, asimismo, una cadena cuya naturaleza conoceremos siempre a partir de uno solo de sus eslabones.

agora sei que o nosso mundo não e mais permanente do que uma onda a erguer-se no oceano. E quaisquer que sejam as nossas lutas e triunfos, como quer que os possamos sofrer, muito rapidamente se dissolvem todos numa aguada, como tinta de pintar no papel

our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

Jetzt aber weiss ich, dass unsere Welt nich bestaendiger ist als eine Woge im Ozean. All unsere Muehen und Triumphe, wie wir sie auch erleben, zerlaufen zu einem Wasserfleck. Genau wie waessrige Tusche auf Papier.

ora so che il nostro mondo è tanto instabile quanto un'onda che si innalza in mezzo all'oceano. Quali che siano stati i nostri conflitti e i nostri trionfi, per quanto indelebile sia il segno che questi abbiano potuto lasciare su di noi, finiscono sempre per stemperarsi come una tinta ad acquerello su un foglio di carta.

Whatever our struggles, and whether we sink or swim, our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean.

But really, would Yoroido seem any less exotic if I went back there again? As a young girl I believed my life would never have been a struggle if Mr. Tanaka hadn't torn me away from my tipsy house. But now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

Eram o insul? abandonat? în mijlocul oceanului, f?r? trecut È™i cu siguran?? f?r? viitor.

Pero ahora sé que nuestro mundo no es nunca más permanente que una ola que se eleva sobre el océano. Cualesquiera que sean nuestras luchas y nuestras victorias, comoquiera que las padezcamos, enseguida desaparecen en la corriente, como la tinta acuosa sobre el papel.

THE KNICKERBOCKERBREAKER

like a weighted diver sinking in an ocean of mediocrity, under the pressure of men with gelatin eyes, rubber voices, spiral-shaped convictions, non-committal souls and non-committing hands ...

It was not that the ocean depths served the creatures there with darkness, to protect them from attack--a darkness they could light, as they needed, with luminescence--but vice versa: the darkness gave rise to those that were pressure-resistant and could illuminate themselves.

I didn't believe for a minute that this liquid colossus, which had brought about the death of hundreds of humans within itself, with which my entire race had for decades been trying in vain to establish at least a thread of communication—that this ocean, lifting me up unwittingly like a speck of dust, could be moved by the tragedy of two human beings. But

In this way the ocean not only in a certain sense knew the Einstein-Boeve hypothesis, but (unlike us humans) was even able to make use of its consequences.

The ocean—a source of electrical, magnetic, and gravitational impulses—spoke as it were in the language of mathematics; certain sequences of its electrical discharges could be classified by drawing on the most abstract branches of terrestrial analysis and of set theory; they contained homologues of structures known from the area of physics that is concerned with the mutual relationship between energy and matter, finite and infinite magnitude, particles and fields.

Let us begin by saying that no two symmetriads are alike and that the geometry of each is, as it were, an "invention" of the living ocean. So then, the symmetriad produces in its interior things that are often called "instant machines," though these formations bear no resemblance to machines constructed by people — the term only refers to a certain "mechanical" purposiveness of operation.

DüÅŸün ki ben bir bak???kçan?n mimarisinin t?pk?üretimini yapabilme yetisindeyim, bileÅŸimini biliyorum, gerekli teknolojim var... bir bak???kça yarat?yorum ve okyanusa b?rak?yorum. Ama bunu niye yapt???m? bilmiyorum, iÅŸlevini bilmiyorum, bak???kçan?n okyanus için ne anlama geldiÄŸini bilmiyorum...

Was thinking about consciousness possible? Yet could the process that took place in the ocean be regarded as thought? Is a mountain a very large rock? Is a planet a huge mountain?

Someone fond of paradoxes and sufficiently stubborn could go on doubting that the ocean was a living being. But it was impossible to deny the existence of its mind, whatever could be understood by the term. It had become quite clear that it was only too aware of our presence above it…

For some time there was a widely held notion (zealously fostered by the daily press) to the effect that the 'thinking ocean' of Solaris was a gigantic brain, prodigiously well-developed and several million years in advance of our own civilization, a sort of 'cosmic yogi', a sage, a symbol of omniscience, which had long ago understood the vanity of all action and for this reason had retreated into an unbreakable silence.

Following the eruption [that took the life] of the 106, and for the first time in Solarist studies, there were petitions demanding thermo-nuclear attacks on the ocean.

The squid are leaving, Maura…

And Cameron did base his vision of the forests of Pandora partly) on the coral reefs he encountered in the ocean's depths. This is appropriate because a coral reef, like a rain forest is an example of a climax ecosystem a complex and rich environment in which large numbers of animals and plants have coevolved