Quotes About Ocean

I love the ocean and have a passion for surfing, even though I'm not very good at it. I like getting out there and paddling around.

I love Australia. My dream would be to have a place to live there and be able to commute back and forth

If we love the sea as much as we claim to we'll do everything we possibly can to keep it healthy. Otherwise we might as well take up golf.

God loves an idle rainbow, no less than laboring seas.

There are three thing in the world I love most: the sea, Hamlet, and Don Giovanni.

Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.

I love the sea with its impenetrable fathoms, its wash and undertow, and rasp of shingle sucked anew.

Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.

Ever since I was a child I've felt connected to water: lakes, rivers, streams--I love to jump in and swim around. But it's the ocean where I go for rejuvenation, revelation, and solace.

I once fell in love with a crab on the beach. It was called crab.

I love Florida. I love the beach. I love the sound of the crashing surfers against the rocks.

The pleased sea on a white-breasted shore-- A shore that wears on her alluring brows Rare shells, far brought, the love-gifts of the sea, That blushed a tell-tale.

The whole business of love is to drown in the sea.

I grew up in Newquay, on the Atlantic coast and there developed a love of the sea and boats.

I love L.A. for the beach and stuff, thats the reason I live here.

All earthly desires are but streams, but God is the ocean.

Sea Vegetables (seaweed)

Seaweed: Contains all fifty-six minerals

Consider the body of the ocean which rises every instant into me, & its ancient evaporation, & how it delivers itself to me, how the world is our law, this indrifting of us into us, a chorusing in us of elements, & how the intermingling of us lacks intelligence, makes reverberation, syllables untranscribable, inclingings, & how wonder is also what pours from us…

El hombre de fino carácter es capaz de mostrar encrespamientos sublimes, como el océano; en los temperamentos domesticados todo parece quieta superficie, como en las ciénagas.

Vio el mar por primera vez. En la distancia el mar era azul. Incuestionablemente azul. Sintió la felicidad de comprobar. Corrió desnudo por la arena de una playa sin turistas hasta que las olas le salpicaron la cara. Se detuvo, sospechando algo terrible, tomó entre sus manos un poco de mar. Y lo temido ocurrió. En el hueco de sus manos, el mar dejaba de ser azul, era sólo agua transparente. Acortar la distancia para destruir el encanto.

To me literature is forever blowing a horn, singing about youth when youth is irretrievably gone, singing about your homeland when in the schitzophrenia of the times you find yourself in a land that lies over the ocean, a land - no matter how hospitable or friendly - where your heart is not, because you landed on these shores too late.

At night I sit in my room and read the Bible. In the distance, the sea roars. Then I lay awake for a long time and think of the quiet, pale man from Nazareth.

Lai saule izkalt? dzi?dzi??s j?ras, Lai izz?d debesu bezgal?ba, Lai zeme p?rst?j griezties, bet es, mans m??ais, Joproj?m b?šu tev uztic?ga.