Browsing Topic Best Wave Quotes

Grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you do keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long time, the waters of your life get calm again, and that is when the memories of those who have left begin to shine as bright and as enduring as the stars above.

It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened, or perhaps everything has happened and I am sitting in my new life.

Through waves and clouds and storms His power will clear your way; Wait for his time; the darkest night Shall end in brightest day.

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

There is no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves.

If Big Brother (of Orwell’s 1984) comes to America, he will not be a fearsome, foreboding figure with a heart-chilling, omnipresent glare as in 1984. He will come with a smile on his face, a quip on his lips, a wave to the crowd, and a press that (a) dutifully reports the suppressive measures he is taking to save the nation from internal chaos and foreign threat; and (b) gingerly questions whether he will be able to succeed.

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.

If it is love that makes the world go round, it is self-induction that makes electromagnetic waves go round the world.

Nothing can be surprising any more or impossible or miraculous, now that Zeus, father of the Olympians has made night out of noonday, hiding the bright sunlight, and… fear has come upon mankind. After this, men can believe anything, expect anything. Don’t any of you be surprised in future if land beasts change places with dolphins and go to live in their salty pastures, and get to like the sounding waves of the sea more than the land, while the dolphins prefer the mountains.

Just as the wave cannot exist for itself, but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean, so must I never live my life for itself, but always in the experience which is going on around me.

We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.

Waihi Beach. It’s a lovely beach, and we’re right on the shore and I get a lot of pleasure out of waking up in the morning and hearing the waves roll in.

Indeed Christianity passes. Passes – it has gone! It has littered the beaches of life with churches, cathedrals, shrines and crucifixes, prejudices and intolerances, like the sea urchin and starfish and empty shells and lumps of stinging jelly upon the sands here after a tide. A tidal wave out of Egypt. And it has left a multitude of little wriggling theologians and confessors and apologists hopping and burrowing in the warm nutritious sand. But in the hearts of living men, what remains of it now? Doubtful scraps of Arianism. Phrases. Sentiments. Habits.

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

Life’s a vast seaThat does its mighty errand without fail,Painting in unchanged strength though waves are changing.

Each wave of sightings adds to the accumulation of reports which defy analysis by present methods… An investigative process in depth is necessary here if, after twenty years of confusion, we want some answers.

The wave of evil washes all our institutions alike.

Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not.

The goal of faith isn’t to take away your fears but to leverage those fears to create bolder belief. Faith leads you past your fears and reassures you of God’s presence. And after a while, you begin to trust that God is going to lift you above the waves this time just like he did last time.

In nature nothing is at standstill, everything pulsates, appears and disappears. Heart, breath, digestion, sleep and waking – birth and death – everything comes and goes in waves. Rhythm, periodicity, harmonious alternation of extremes is the rule. No use rebelling against the very pattern of life.

The wave is the same as the ocean, though it is not the whole ocean. So each wave of creation is a part of the eternal Ocean of Spirit. The Ocean can exist without the waves, but the waves cannot exist without the Ocean.

Commit whatever grieves thee into the gracious hands of Him who never leaves thee, who heav’n and earth commands. Who points the clouds their courses, Whom winds and waves obey, He will direct thy footsteps and find for thee a way.

You can’t push a wave onto the shore any faster than the ocean brings it in.

The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.

While the rest of the country waves the flag of Americana, we understand we are not part of that. We don’t owe America anything – America owes us.

When I pull out vinyl – which isn’t that often anymore – it’s undeniable that I get a different feeling. There’s a different physiology happening between the sound waves and the body that doesn’t happen with music playing off the computer.

Surfing is very special and unique. It’s really hard to explain unless you’ve tried it. It’s being out in the ocean in the sun, the water on your skin, and the adrenalin rush when you catch a wave. You have to be creative so it’s like an art form in a way.

An ocean traveler has even more vividly the impression that the ocean is made of waves than that it is made of water.

Jose [Mourinho] was one of those guys on a surfboard who can stay longer on the wave than anyone else.

Love is bigger than any tidal wave or fear.

Do you remember how electrical currents and ‘unseen waves’ were laughed at? The knowledge about man is still in its infancy.

A playwright… is… the litmus paper of the arts. He’s got to be, because if he isn’t working on the same wave length as the audience, no one would know what in hell he was talking about.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.

Wave after wave of love flooded the stage and washed over me, the beginning of the one great durable romance of my life.