Ye waves That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe Your crisped smiles.
Pools of sorrow. Waves of joy.
I pray for my nation, South Africa. As Jesus stood in the boat and commanded the storms to be calm, I stand in the midst of the storm in my nation, South Africa and I command the storm, wind and waves to be calm, in the name of Jesus! I speak calmness to my nation, South Africa, in the name of Jesus!
I guess you're only as good as the waves.
I sit watching the brown oceanic waves of dry country rising into the foothills and I weep monotonously, seasickly. Life is not like the dim ironic stories I like to read, it is like a daytime serial on television. The banality will make you weep as much as anything else.
You do not attain to knowledge by remaining on the shore and watching the foaming waves, you must make the venture and cast yourself in, you must swim, alert and with all your force, even if a moment comes when you think you are losing consciousness; in this way, and in no other, do you reach anthropological insight.
When the waves are crazy, the land is prettier!
When we went into the ocean, I watched his body as he dove into the waves, and it gave me a feeling in my stomach that wasn't an ache but something different.
The ocean does not require that the waves are still to be more ocean-like.
I sometimes think that perhaps our minds are too weak to grasp joy or sorrow except in small things. . . In the big things joy and sorrow are just alike - overwhelming. At least, we only get them bit by bit, in tiny flashes - in waves - that our minds can't stand for very long. p 199
The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.
But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?
Strangers have crossed the sound, but not the sound of the dark oarsmen Or the golden-haired sons of kings, Strangers whose thought is not formed to the cadence of waves, Rhythm of the sickle, oar and milking pail
Family is very important to me because that is the footprint we perpetuate. That is, the ripple in the water when the rock first impacts the pool and it is those waves, that energy that one produces, that determines our direction.
The Indian mythology has a theory of cycles, that all progression is in the form of waves.
All men are brothers, like the seas throughout the world; So why do winds and waves clash so fiercely everywhere?
There is not secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves.
Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.
Josh pulls me aside. "Hey, About before, I just. . . I wanted to say. . . well, I think you're pretty special. " He says, kind of stumbling over the words a little. Like he's hesitant to say them, now i wish he'd hug me again. And then kiss me. But he doesn't. He just waves and walks off. I sigh. "Hannah, I just. . . I want you to know if I pause alot when I tell you how special you are I want you to think that I'm. . . very. . . very. . . deep," Finn says
I am you; you are ME. You are the waves; I am the ocean. Know this and be free, be divine.