The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wild with a million intoxicating secrets. I don't trust that smell. It hooks us somewhere deeper than reason or civilization, in the fragments of our cells that rocked in oceans before we had minds, and it pulls till we follow mindlessly as rutting animals. . . . It lures us to leap off high cliffs, fling ourselves on towering waves, leaves behind everyone we love and face into thousands of miles of open water for the sake of what might be on the far shore.
This was the moment when the rise of the oceans began to slow and our planet began to heal.
I am supposed to worry about oceans rising 70 years from now, on climate models that have already proven to be utterly flawed?
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 believe that humanity may transcend tooth and claw, if we believe divers races & creeds can share this world as peaceably as the orphans share their candlenut tree, if we believe leaders must be just, violence muzzled, power accountable & the riches of the Earth & its Oceans shared equitably, such a world will come to pass.
The oceans deserve our respect and care, but you have to know something before you can care about it.
It's very important that people realize: the air is being taken away, the oceans are being taken away, the room is being taken away, but we're so worried about gas prices that we don't even see this stuff.
No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.
The mythology of your culture hums in your ears so constantly that no one pays the slightest bit of attention to it. Of course man is conquering space and the atom and the deserts and the oceans and the elements. According to your mythology, this is what he was BORN to do.
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.
Regret. . . when it comes to you, I have oceans of it.
If man doesn't learn to treat the oceans and the rain forest with respect, man will become extinct.
We aren’t exactly emptying the oceans; it’s more like clear-cutting a forest with thousands of species to create massive fields with one type of soybean.
Knowledge of the oceans is more than a matter of curiosity. Our very survival may hinge upon it.
Getting on the road and driving along a road at night, or even in the daytime and seeing the oceans or whatever, is always liberating.
Gaps don'tjust happen. There is agenerative elementinside them,a welling motion as when coldwaters shoulderup throughwarmer oceans. And where gapschoose to widen,coordinates warp,even in placesconstant sincethe oldest maps.
I see the day in our own lifetime that reverence for the natural systems, the oceans, the rainforests, the soil, the grasslands, and all other living things will be so strong that no narrow ideology based upon politics or economics will overcome it.
Three things have been difficult to tame: the oceans, fools and women. We may soon be able to tame the oceans; fools and women will take a little longer.
I have inside me the winds, the deserts, the oceans, the stars, and everything created in the universe. We were all made by the same hand, and we have the same soul.
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.
