Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast of her life. She found lyrics of her life in his arms but she never sung her song.

I felt the full breadth and depth of the ocean around the sphere of the Earth, back billions of years to the beginning of life, across all the passing lives and deaths, the endless waves...

Vast tracts of ocean, whether Polynesia, Micronesia or Melanesia, contain island populations that remain outside the modern world. They know about it, they may have traveled to it, they appreciate artifacts and medical help from...

The children had had an argument once about whether there was more grass in the world or more sand, and Roger said that of course there must be more sand because of under the sea;...

But I looked out at the waves far below the bluff. They looked violent, erupting against the cliff. I watched them rising – up, up, higher, higher – then falling, crashing, swirling into chaos, passing...

He had never seen the ocean before; he knew it only as the featureless blue void between the detailed continents on his father’s old globe. But now he saw that it was anything but featureless;...

I made love to a woman on a boat once. It was still on the showroom floor, but the way I rocked it made it feel like the ocean. Ah, but that’s life, no?

There are times when the ocean is not the ocean – not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: ferocity on a scale only gods can summon. It hurls itself...

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me…and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free…where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again…in long...

Most people new to a city on the ocean would probably go to the beach during the day when there are people around. I, on the other hand, decided to try a midnight swim at...

I love him in ways that I can’t explain to other people. They don’t understand… it’s not their fault.

I am drawn to the ocean; I find solace in its mystery.

The only ship you can truly steer in this ocean is the one you’re sailing. Quit trying to alter the winds; harness them.

The sensation of the ocean bearing my weight was the most carefree lightness I’d ever experienced. When we were halfway across the strait, the sound of an engine approached from a distance—it was probably the...

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne...

At beyond continent of reality, there are oceans of ideas.

It feels like forever and I can breathe. When I’m near the ocean, I’m free of the swamp in a way no other place allows.

In ocean of tears, the heart of stone sinks. (Dans l’océan de larmes, – Le coeur de pierre donc coule.)

Thus was this expedition finished…after having, by its event, strongly evinced this important truth; that though prudence, intrepidity and perseverence united are not exempted from the blows of adverse fortune, yet in a long series...

In school I ended up writing three different papers on “The Castaway” section of Moby-Dick, the chapter where the cabin boy Pip falls overboard and is driven mad by the empty immensity of what he...

Tiny drops of experiences collated from the roof of our journeys in life becomes the ocean upon which we sail to greatness

I’m an ocean, because I’m really deep. If you search deep enough you can find rare exotic treasures.

Do not get lost in the flow of reality.

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess…. Gasps… The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe… A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need…forbidden sweet… Beneath the...

I really don’t know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it’s because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes,...

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can’t you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn’t include you.

Then I will say-” but whatever it was remained unsaid and unsayable.

Faith is knowing there is an ocean because you have seen a brook.

my dear,we are all made of water. it’s okay to rage. sometimes it’s okay to rest. to recede.

The smell of the sea, of kelp and fish and bitter moving water, rose stronger in my nostrils. It flooded my consciousness like an ancestral memory. The swells rose sluggishly and fell away, casting up...

Ocean is not supposed to be scared of the drops.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the...

American whale oil lit the world. It was used in the production of soap, textiles, leather, paints, and varnishes, and it lubricated the tools and machines that drove the Industrial Revolution. The baleen cut from...

If I had to live my life over, I’d live it over seas, like a cloud.

Doesn’t it seem to you,” asked Madame Bovary, “that the mind moves more freely in the presence of that boundless expanse, that the sight of it elevates the soul and gives rise to thoughts of...

The ocean is a Turing machine, the sand is its tape; the water reads the marks in the sand and sometimes erases them and sometimes carves new ones with tiny currents that are themselves a...

I don’t trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn’t mean I’m afraid of it.

Something, somewhere, knows what’s best for me and promises to keep sending me people and experiences to light my way as long as I live in gratitude and keep paying attention to the signs.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d...

It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening. They emptied a big tin dish of juicy fragments of fish- the blood-ends the cook had...

I can smell the ocean in the distance. The salt wraps around my body, making my skin feel tight, and already I want to shower. I can do big cities, and small cities, and the...

[The waves] move across a faint horizon, the rush of love and the surge of grief, the respite of peace and then fear again, the heart that beats and then lies still, the rise and...

Settling is not a destination, rather a vacation rental staring at an endless sea that dares you to cross its waves.

Crossing the ocean is secondary, planning how to pass the tides is the goal.

Contentedly sat the old woman. Soon now, the sea would hold no terrors, and the blinds wouldn’t have to be down, nor the windows shut; she would even be able to walk along the shore...

For whatever we lose (a you or a me)It’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

She saw the deepness that was at the edge of France and it made the beach under her feel like a ledge on a cliff.

My woman has a wandering eye;Yarrow, thyme and thorn.She eyes the ocean and the skyWhile stitching sails, forlorn.I got a kiss, and then a tearAs she bade me go;But on the waves, my heart’s in...

all my life i have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper just running down the edges of different countries and continents, looking for something.