Browsing Topic Best Ocean Quotes

What we know is a drop, what we don’t know is an ocean.

You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.

You are not just the drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop.

The virtues are lost in self-interest as rivers are lost in the sea.

Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans.

Everything that’s realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.

What we need is a cup of understanding, a barrel of love, and an ocean of patience.

Claiming there is no other life in the universe is like scooping up some water, looking at the cup and claiming there are no whales in the ocean.

All know that the drop merges into the ocean but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.

I want that love that moved the mountains. I want that love that split the ocean. I want that love that made the winds tremble. I want that love that roared like thunder. I want that love that will raise the dead. I want that love that lifts us to ecstasy. I want that love that is the silence of eternity.

Every breath is a sacrament, an affirmation of our connection with all other living things, a renewal of our link with our ancestors and a contribution to generations yet to come. Our breath is a part of life’s breath, the ocean of air that envelopes the earth.

And when we give each other Christmas gifts in His name, let us remember that He has given us the sun and the moon and the stars, and the earth with its forests and mountains and oceans–and all that lives and move upon them. He has given us all green things and everything that blossoms and bears fruit and all that we quarrel about and all that we have misused–and to save us from our foolishness, from all our sins, He came down to earth and gave us Himself.

Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn’t happen.

When all is lost, when all is let go of, when all is abandoned, what you are left with is an ocean of bliss.

For all is like an ocean, all flows and connects; touch it in one place and it echoes at the other end of the world.

As the river surrenders itself to the ocean, what is inside me moves inside you.

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.

It must be those brief moments when nothing has happened – nor is going to. Tiny moments, like islands in the ocean beyond the grey continent of our ordinary days. There, sometimes, you meet your own heart like someone you’ve never known.

Like the most beautiful treasure I have ever seen, she was hidden in the depths of the ocean, waiting for someone to pull her out.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.

The sun and its light, the ocean and the wave, the singer and his song — not one. Not two.

Can one talk about the ocean to a frog in a well or about the divine to people who are restricted by their concepts?

As someone who flew two space capsules and twice landed in the ocean, I can attest from personal experience how much logistics work is needed to get you home.

The same polarity of the male and female principle exists in nature; not only, as is obvious in animals and plants, but in the polarity of the two fundamental functions, that of receiving and penetrating. It is the polarity of earth and rain, of the river and the ocean, of night and day, of darkness and light, of matter and spirit.

Why are atoms so small? … Many examples have been devised to bring this fact home to an audience, none of them more impressive than the one used by Lord Kelvin: Suppose that you could mark the molecules in a glass of water, then pour the contents of the glass into the ocean and stir the latter thoroughly so as to distribute the marked molecules uniformly throughout the seven seas; if you then took a glass of water anywhere out of the ocean, you would find in it about a hundred of your marked molecules.

I love staring out toward the ocean and away from anything manmade.

The ocean is like a checking account where everybody withdraws but nobody makes a deposit. This is what’s happening because of overfishing.

Most people think visual information is more important than aural information – like, what’s this big deal about sound? And why should I bother to listen, rather than look? And here are the facts: there are blind species, in the backs of the caves, the bottoms of the oceans. It’s not essential on planet Earth to be able to see, to be a species. But there are no deaf animal species. You have to be able to hear, or you won’t get the information you need in order to survive.

. . . Newton was an unquestioning believer in an all-wise creator of the universe, and in his own inability – like the boy on the seashore – to fathom the entire ocean in all its depths. He therefore believed that there were not only many things in heaven beyond his philosophy, but plenty on earth as well, and he made it his business to understand for himself what the majority of intelligent men of his time accepted without dispute (to them it was as natural as common sense) – the traditional account of the creation.

An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

The scene I had just witnessed (a couple making love in the ocean) brought back a lot of memories – not of things I had done but of things I had failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back. I envied Yeoman and felt sorry for myself at the same time, because I had seen him in a moment that made all my happiness seem dull.

Fortunes gravitate to men whose minds have been prepared to attract them just as surely as water gravitates to the ocean.

Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting. Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests,Of monsters in the ocean.You are the Just who knows no change,The Balance that can never swerve,The Eternal which never passes away.The doors of Kings are bolted now and guarded by soldiers.Your Door is open to all who call upon You.Each love is now alone with his beloved.And I am alone with You.

My love, I would like even more; to be an ocean if you are the wave; to be a wave, if you are the ocean.

For the Persian poet Rumi, each human life is analogous to a bowl floating on the surface of an infinite ocean. As it moves along, it is slowly filling with the water around it. That’s a metaphor for the acquisition of knowledge. When the water in the bowl finally reaches the same level as the water outside, there is no longer any need for the container, and it drops away as the inner water merges with the outside water. We call this the moment of death. That analogy returns to me over and over as a metaphor for ourselves.