Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?
He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!
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.
But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.
Thought and beauty, like a hurricane or waves, should not know conventional, delimited forms.
Waves keep coming, that's the one thing you can count on in life
I supply my own angels and demons. I exist on a stony beach, which lowers itself in waves toward a protective ocean. A dog barks; a child cries; the day sinks and becomes night. You can never scare me. No human being will be able to scare me ever again. I have a prayer that I repeat to myself in absolute stillness: May a wind come to stir up the ocean and the stifling twilight. May a bird come from water out there and explode the silence with its call.
The waves have rolled upon me, the billows are repeatedly broken over me, yet I am not sunk down.
Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.
The waves of time wash us all clean.
But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?
An ocean traveler has even more vividly the impression that the ocean is made of waves than that it is made of water.
I saw thee in a vision of the night Transfigured; for it seemed that on thy brows The heavens did rest with all their stars, like boughs Laden with blossoms; round thy feet the bright Green waves, like grass, ran rippling, strewn with white Star-fragments of rent petals: wasted vows, And ruined prayers I thought them, such as house In hearts that love and are not loved aright.
Surfers are in tune with the weather because if there's a storm coming, there are waves coming. I love the rain.
A person should go out on the water on a fine day to a small distance from a beautiful coast, if he would see Nature really smile. Never does she look so delightful, as when the sun is brightly reflected by the water, while the waves are gently rippling, and the prospect receives life and animation from the glancing transit of an occasional row-boat, and the quieter motion of a few small vessels. But the land must be well in sight; not only for its own sake, but because the immensity and awfulness of a mere sea-view would ill accord with the other parts of the glittering and joyous scene.
An Adult faith does not follow the waves of fashion and the latest novelties.
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
Photons are accurately and legitimately described as waves and particles at the same time. They are genuine wavicles.
A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats. In a ten-foot dinghy one can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience, which is never at sea in a dinghy.