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

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.

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.

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.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

The art of sensuality encompassing the exploration and experiencing of all our senses… Those images are being born from and through living the moments of eating favorite chocolate cake with ice-cream, tranquil meditating, walking the...

When the sun goes down, melting away his caresses into the sky which consonants with the ocean, lively colors are scattered through the deep pale depth during some short sensuous instants. Later, as by art...

If ever I was running, it was towards you.

unfettered leewardings,” here at the end of the world.

I wish I could describe the feeling of being at sea, the anguish, frustration, and fear, the beauty that accompanies threatening spectacles, the spiritual communion with creatures in whose domain I sail. There is a...

Wait, the most positive and infinite word ever made. It can be for a moment,for a min,for an hour,for days, for years, for eternity …and sometimes for another life .. But it never fails and...

There were three things sought by invaders who crossed oceans to discover America. Those were gold, gospel, glory. There are four things sought by aliens who crossed heavens to discover planet earth. Those are gold,...

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...

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

Maybe I’m still the mermaid. Maybe the ocean is your hand.

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You...

The ocean filled the footprints where a boy and cat had stood.

Time’ is the most threatening four letter word.

Eventually man, too, found his way back to the sea. Standing on its shores, he must have looked out upon it with wonder and curiosity, compounded with an unconscious recognition of his lineage. He could...

A full moon sprinkled the black ocean with diamonds, and she could imagine fairies dancing in the silver foam that laced the huge, dark waves.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

The sea was surging among the pilings like the blithe mindless forces of dissolution.

I couldn’t imagine living in a state that didn’t reach the ocean. It was a giant reset button. You could go to the edge of the land and see infinity and feel renewed.

Landing in the ocean and waiting for the Navy to come alongside and haul you out of the drink is what space capsules require. And after the capsule is recovered, it would take weeks for...

All we can hope for is that he will fall into the ocean with a bar of soap in his pocket.

Writers fish for the right words like fishermen fish for, um, whatever those aquatic creatures with fins and gills are called.

I’m going to Australia. But first I’ve got to put on my swimming suit and stretch.

A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the likeness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender bare...

Things are never as they seem. A person. A Mark. A statement. They are always deeper than we perceive, like walking in the ocean and suddenly dipping under the surface because the bottom has disappeared...

It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.

I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

The waves hit the cliff with more intensity than the shore, because the ocean knows the cliff has that masculine intensity which won’t complain about her feminine energy.