#ocean

All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course, all rivers go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river. ↗

— Simone Schwarz-Bart

#catch #course #dazzling #down #drown

There's no one here in America swimming the Pacific Ocean - or the Atlantic, or the Caribbean - to leave this place. The reason why is because of the freedom. Freedom for a man to mark out his own destiny. It's not, 'Hey, you have so much.' ↗

— Luke Scott

#atlantic #because #caribbean #destiny #freedom

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

— Isaac Bashevis Singer

#island #knowledge #little #ocean #our

The last glow of sundown dims away. Stars appear in the east. Night encloses us. The ocean seems to enlarge. When you’re adrift at night, imagination and perception merge. They have to. You can’t see as well, as far, as deep. You tie knots by muscle memory, and you operate your reel mostly by feel. Your boat drifts, your thoughts drift. You sense the sweep of tide and water, and the boat gets rocked in turbulence just past each undersea ridgeline and boulder field. You, too, are looking up, searching constellations, dreaming. You fell again how flexible and expansive your mind can be when it’s working right. And you slip your leash to explore the vast vault of sky and great interior spaces. ↗

— Carl Safina

#meditation #night-sky #ocean #dreams

I had come to learn pretty quickly that life has its highs and lows just like the ocean does and sometimes you just have to see how far they'll carry you. ↗

— C.A. Williams

#ocean #wynn #life

I like a good story and I also like staring at the sea-- do I have to choose between the two? ↗

— David Byrne

#life #meaning #music #ocean #pleasure

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#ocean

I watched the enormity of the clouds for several minutes. What I wanted to experience in the water, I realized, was how life of the reef was layered and intertwined. I now had many individual pieces at hand: named images, nouns. How were they related? What were the verbs? Which syntaxes were indigenous to the place? I asked a dozen knowledgeable people. No one was inclined to elaborate- or they didn’t know. “Did you see the octopus?” Someone shouted after the dive. Yes, I thought, but who among us knows what it was doing? What else was THERE, just then? WHY? ↗

— Barry Lopez

#diving #mystery #ocean #reefs #experience

The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas. It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down - sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray. At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing. But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward. ↗

— Terence McKenna

#community #creative #fisherman #human #imagination

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

— Janet Fitch

#dance #freedom #ocean #turquoise #freedom