Our life on earth cannot sustain without healthy oceans - and because of that, the beings who inhabit and allow that eco system to work need our help. Let's start with our wonderment, and go from there. Allow that, and it becomes easy.
There is tonic in the things that men do not love to hear. Free speech is to a great people what the winds are to oceans. . . and where free speech is stopped miasma is bred, and death comes fast.
Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.
Days and rivers are the same; they both flow to the unknown oceans!
The oceans are a way of life. We fish; we sail; we have a robust marine economy.
Participation is bliss because the whole universe is celebrating. Every moment it is celebrating. It is a great celebration, a constant celebration. Only we are not part of it. We have detached ourselves and are in misery. Man is in misery because of the mind. The flowers are participating in the celebration, the moon is participating, the stars are participating, the earth is participating, the oceans are participating, the air and the clouds - everything is participating in that continuous, eternal celebration.
Sharks have swum the oceans for over 400 million years, but we're threatening this critically important species for the purpose of making soup - it's sad and wasteful.
We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans - because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings.
We need to do a better job of keeping oceans healthy.
We need to respect the oceans and take care of them as if our lives depended on it. Because they do.
About a billion years ago, long before the continents had separated to define the ancient oceans, or their own outlines had been determined, a small protuberance jutted out from the northwest corner of what would later become North America.
What shall we call this undetermin'd state, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless oceans, That whence we came, and that to which we tend?
If we don't save the oceans, if we don't do something about what we're doing to the oceans, as well as the planet at large, we're going to be really sorry.
To indicate how large a part of the Earth is covered by the oceans, we might call attention to the fact that a whole hemisphere, with its center near New Zealand, would have only one-tenth of its area as dry land! And the average depth of the seas is over two miles.
People should treat the oceans like we do anything else that we care about - with consideration, with care, and affection. That's it. For that we must educate.
I am supposed to worry about oceans rising 70 years from now, on climate models that have already proven to be utterly flawed?
Words carry oceans on their small backs.
I grew up flying over oceans and moving and sailing.
I am passionate about what is going on with the oceans, mainly because we are for some idiotic reason, really screwing it up. I mean, we're really killing the ocean. It's like putting out the sun. Without it, there is no us.
If rain drops were kisses, I'd send you showers. If hugs were seas, I'd send you oceans. And if love was a person I'd send you me! Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
