Quotes on Oceans And Seas

Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.

There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.

The least movement is of importance to all nature. The entire ocean is affected by a pebble.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.

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.

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, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

A lot of people attack the sea, I make love to it.

How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is quite clearly Ocean.

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.

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.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

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.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you're connected to the sea. No matter where on Earth you live.

I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began.

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.