#ocean

I do like the ocean wave, actually. I'm born under the sign of Cancer - the sign of the crab - so I like coastal areas and sunny beaches and such - although not the wide-open and deep seas. ↗

— Anjelica Huston

#although #areas #beaches #born #cancer

It is of great use to the sailor to know the length of his line, though he cannot with it fathom all the depths of the ocean. ↗

— John Locke

#depths #fathom #great #his #know

My son walked up to Nicole on the beach and I was throwing the ball for the dogs in the ocean. I was like, 'Max, you get the dogs. I'll talk to the hot blondes.' ↗

— John C. McGinley

#beach #blondes #dogs #get #hot

I was like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. ↗

— Isaac Newton

#boy #diverting #finding #great #i

To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me. ↗

— Isaac Newton

#beach #before #child #i #i am

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name. ↗

— Adela Florence Nicolson

#blow #breezes #came #cool #go

The 2008 election settled nothing, not even for a while. Our national politics are reflecting what appears to be going on geologically, on the bottom of the oceans and beneath the crust of the Earth: the tectonic plates are moving. ↗

— Peggy Noonan

#beneath #bottom #crust #earth #election

Asking is the beginning of receiving. Make sure you don't go to the ocean with a teaspoon. At least take a bucket so the kids won't laugh at you. ↗

— Jim Rohn

#beginning #bucket #go #kids #laugh

Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us? ↗

— Alice Sebold

#ocean-eyes #love

Through all his years of roving, even on nights like this, he had remained blind to the beauty of the sea, and now his feeling toward it had settled into weary hatred. He knew its effects of blended color, its wide gradations of sound and action, the tireless charm of a sailing ship's effortless movement, the quality of silent distance and the wonder of the skies. Dimly at times, in moments of rare emotion, he had caught a glimpse of the mystic hand that beckons beyond the horizon and felt for a little while the fated urge of the wanderer. But that was in the beginning, long ago when he had first gone to sea, and he had forgotten it. ("Fire In The Galley Stove") ↗

— William Outerson

#ocean #sea #wanderer #wanderlust #beauty