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It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.
Sep 17, 2025
A lot of people attack the sea, I make love to it.
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.
Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
The great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.
I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free.
The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.
To me, the sea is like a person - like a child that I've known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea I talk to it. I never feel alone when I'm out there.
The use of sea and air is common to all; neither can a title to the ocean belong to any people or private persons, forasmuch as neither nature nor public use and custom permit any possession therof.
There's nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater,you realize that you've been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.
I still love things that you don't even need to pay for. Going to the beach and being around five of your friends and having a good time means so much more than going out and spending hundreds of dollars.
I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.
The sea lives in every one of us.
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.
The sea hath no king but God alone.
Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.
Love builds up the broken wall and straightens the crooked path. Love keeps the stars in the firmament and imposes rhythm on the ocean tides. Each of us is created of it and I suspect each of us was created for it.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.
Man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free.
To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me
It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose, should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life. But the sea, though changed in a sinister way, will continue to exist: the threat is rather to life itself.
I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.
Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.
So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again.
To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim - the rocks - the motion of the waves - the ships, with men in them, what stranger miracles are there?
On the beach, you can live in bliss.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.
Smell the sea and feel the sky.
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea
At the beach, life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides, and follow the sun.
The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.
We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.
We never know the worth of water till the well is dry.
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.
Limitless and immortal, the waters are the beginning and end of all things on earth.
Total physical and mental inertia are highly agreeable, much more so than we allow ourselves to imagine. A beach not only permits such inertia but enforces it, thus neatly eliminating all problems of guilt. It is now the only place in our overly active world that does.
One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.