Smell the sea and feel the sky.
— Van Morrison
Bumbling Beach Ocean quotations
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.
We never know the worth of water till the well is dry.
Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.
The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
The sea lives in every one of us.
To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me
When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.
Man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free.
Think about it: it is easy to see God's beauty in a glorious sunset or in ocean waves crashing on a beach. But can you find the holiness in a struggle for life?
Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.
The coconut trees, lithe and graceful, crowd the beach like a minuet of slender elderly virgins adopting flippant poses.
Limitless and immortal, the waters are the beginning and end of all things on earth.
I could never stay long enough on the shore;
the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.
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.
When we are on the beach we only see a small part of the ocean.
However, we know that there is much more beyond the horizon. We only see a small part of God's great love, a few jewels of His great riches, but we know that there is much more beyond the horizon. The best is yet to come, when we see Jesus face-to-face.
I am you; you are ME. You are the waves; I am the ocean. Know this and be free, be divine.
Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
It is particularly appropriate that we unveil this campaign on this first day of the annual international coastal clean-up effort. Beach cleanups are something each of us can do any time of the year. I'm proud to be participating in the cleanup efforts today and I encourage everyone to make the time for these types of activities.
At the beach, life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides, and follow the sun.
The beach is in our blood. Everyone in our family returns to the beach instinctively, just like the sea turtles.
The ocean . . . cold and wild the surf, rushing in to overwhelm the beach, the wind, stinging my cheeks, enveloping me in total freedom.
Everyone has faith in God though everyone does not know it.
For everyone has faith in himself and that multiplied to the nth degree is God. The sum total of all that lives is God. We may not be God, but we are of God, even as a little drop of water is of the ocean.
Love builds up the broken wall and straightens the crooked path.
Love keeps the stars in the firmament and imposes rhythm on the ocean tides. Each of us is created of it and I suspect each of us was created for it.
To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim - the rocks - the motion of the waves - the ships, with men in them, what stranger miracles are there?
The great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
The world is a grain of sand on the beach of Eternity.
Eternity is a grain of sand on the beach of Infinity. The ocean of Nirvana connects both Eternity and Infinity without connecting them. Know this and you will be free.
So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again.
Where does a wise man kick a pebble? On the beach. Where does a wise man hide a leaf? In the forest.
Do you ever wonder how much deeper the ocean would be without sponges?
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.
I try to surf everyday or at least go for a walk on the beach if the waves are flat. The more I travel, the more I appreciate where I live and the ocean.
I find myself at the extremity of a long beach.
How gladly does the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is the Ocean’s voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it.
One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding;
how little one can get along with, not how much.
My greatest peace is at the ocean, which was part of my decision to move out of Manhattan. A real treat is a trip to the beach. One of my favorites is Capri, and I love Mexico, but no matter where it is, it's really difficult to be in a bad mood when you're sitting on the sand, listening to the ocean.
Ah, well, then you've never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, the water stretching out from you until it's beyond sight, moving and blue and alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the ocean hides what it contains.
It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.
Is that not ridiculous that people thought that Justin Bieber and I were on a vacation together, on a romantic vacation, in the Bahamas, and I just happened to wear a gown as my swimsuit and red lips and he's dressed in a suit in the ocean? Seriously who would walk to the beach like that?
The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
The never-ceasing boom of the great ocean as it breaks on the beach, drowns all smaller sounds.
I still love things that you don't even need to pay for.
Going to the beach and being around five of your friends and having a good time means so much more than going out and spending hundreds of dollars.