Quotes About Wave

For an instant I think I saw. I saw the loneliness of man as a gigantic wave which had been frozen in front of me, held back by the invisible wall of a metaphor.

The sea lifted smooth blue muscles of wave as it stirred in the dawn-light, and the foam of our wake spread gently behind us like a white peacock's tail, glinting with bubbles.

There breaks in every Gloucester wave A windowed woman's heart.

Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.

Breath is life. You are not the pebble washed to shore by the wave, but the fish that swims in the wave. Breathe in to fill, to draw in the light. Slow," he told her, "with awareness. Breathe out to empty. And pause, hold in that space between. Now in to fill.

Breath is life. You are not the pebble washed to shore by the wave, but the fish that swims in the wave. Breathe in to fill, to draw in the light.

The fallen angel had given him the best advice. He'd said that there was no right or wrong way to honor the dead. The living could pay their respects in any way they chose. The important thing was that the deceased was sent unto the afterlife on a wave of love.

Prana is Spandana or vibration. When all this universe shall have resolved back into its primal state, what becomes of this infinite force? Do they think that it becomes extinct? Of course, not. If it became extinct, what would be the cause of the next wave, because the motion is going in wave forms, rising, falling, rising again, falling again?

There we were, hundreds of us lined up, waving at the great man as he tipped his hat to us. And that is the extent of my acquaintance with Albert Einstein.

Well, 'vacuum with a sparse dusting of probability waves' is an accurate description of just about everything in the universe

The ordinary photon is a member of the boson family.

Scientists are looking for a substance to fill all of space, a substance that will permit light to travel as a wave, and a substance that permits gravity to operate between masses. Ether does all that and much more but is undetectable without taking into consideration Tao's consciousness, which is the answer to all the questions.

THE MAW OF THE OCEAN The obsidian seas heaved underneath the Dragon Wing, propelling the ship high in the air. There it teetered on the precipitous crest of a foam-capped swell before pitching forward and racing down the face of the wave into the black trough below. Billows of stinging mist

music; the wave tops form notes and rise up and

Island Wave of sorrow, Do not drown me now: I see the island Still ahead somehow. I see the island And its sands are fair: Wave of sorrow, Take me there.

about how when you're not looking it's a wave, and then when you are looking it's a particle. Like it's not actual matter till you look at it. And the thing about quantum superpositioning? How one thing can be in more than one place at the same time but still have the same reaction to some kind of stimulus even if the two things are miles apart, because it's not two things, it's one thing in two places?

Betsy waved her hands in the air as if to disperse an unpleasant perfume. "He's such a lot of bother. You're better off—theatrical folk are nothing but a bundle of monologues and anxiety headaches.

At times, she feels discomfort over matters she knows nothing about, and Magsalin hears rising up in her that quaver that readers have, as if the artist should be holding her hand as she is walked through the story. But she rides the wave, she checks herself. A reader does not need to know everything

Perhaps apathy is a wave of emotions too afraid to burst out of the darkness into the bright light of day.

Life is a wave of love in the ocean of time.

Every now and then, a lot of bands doing the same kind of music will organically sprout up at once.

Numerous social phenomena display cyclical behavior, either in wave motion or in surges. The thermostat reminds us to look for the time lag, or for an accumulated inventory like the hot water.

He waved a greeting. Though I waved back, I knew it was a farewell of sorts. While I considered them friends, I doubted we would speak again. It was their time, at last.

She knew that the initial feelings associated with love were almost like an ocean wave in their intensity, acting as the magnetic force that drew two people together. It was possible to be washed away in the emotion, but the wave wouldn't last forever. It couldn't—nor was it meant to be—but if two people were right for each other, a truer kind of love could last forever in its wake.