Love Ocean Quotes Page 2

O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee : I give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be.

If you keep your heart immersed always in the depth of that holy love, your heart is sure to remain ever full to overflowing with the Divine fervour of sacred love.

Everywhere I go I meet girls and boys who want to be astronauts and explore space, or they love the ocean and want to be oceanographers, or they love animals and want to be zoologists, or they love designing things and want to be engineers. I want to see those same stars in their eyes in 10 years and know they are on their way!

Maharajji told me, 'Give up anger and I'll help you.

' I found that love freed me back into the ocean of love and my righteous anger didn't do that. And I would rather be free than right.

The death of Jesus was the opening and the emptying of the full heart of God;

it was the outgushing of that ocean of infinite mercy that heaved and panted and longed for an outlet; it was God showing how he could love a poor, guilty sinner.

I also derive a great deal of pleasure from horses and dogs... the ocean... and love.

I love the ocean. Boats, not so much.

I love sailing and water sports; whether it's water skiing, body boarding or surfing or simply swimming in the ocean.

I love you so much that it feels like the universe will explode, for as long as it takes for the oceans to dry up, so much that I don't care if my soul burns to ashes.

Love is the reason I just keep filling up my little eyedropper, keep filling it up and emptying my ocean one drop at a time. I’m not here to eliminate poverty, to eradicate disease, to put a stop to people abandoning babies. I’m just here to love.

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.

My love, i would like even more; to be an ocean if you are the wave; to be a wave, if you are the ocean.

Nearly all Americans have ancestors who braved the oceans - liberty-loving risk takers in search of an ideal - the largest voluntary migrations in recorded history... Immigration is not just a link to America's past; it's also a bridge to America's future.

I thought about the future, the oceans and continents he would cross, far away from everyone who knew and loved him. Far outside the sphere of his mothers prayers. Among the women of the future, there was one who would know his secrets and bear his children, and witness the changes the years worked on him. And it wouldnt be me. -Liberty Jones

Is it possible for a person to love without wanting love back? Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing by rain?

Loving another person is not separate from loving God. One is a single wave, the other is the ocean.

A mother's love is like an island, In life's ocean vast and wide, A peaceful, quiet shelter, From the restless, rising tide.

Somewhere there was once a Flower, a Stone, a Crystal, a Queen, a King, a Palace, a Lover and his Beloved, and this was long ago, on an Island somewhere in the ocean 5,000 years ago. . . . Such is Love, the Mystic Flower of the Soul. This is the Center, the Self.

I love to be by the ocean and have always done my best thinking by the sea.

The ebb and flow is like a brain massage and very calming. I am also inspired by seeing kindness in others. It touches me and reminds me to be kind as well.

I love the ocean and have a passion for surfing, even though I'm not very good at it. I like getting out there and paddling around.

Let yourself be loved, O Beloved, in the One.

And from this One move out into the world, carrying within you the great potent energies of life to green your world, to create planets, suns, stars, stones, waves, oceans, to create new forms of life and expression - whether a friendship, a feeling or a new form of vocation.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.

Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.

You never so touch the ocean of God's love as when you forgive and love your enemies.

Falling in love is like submerging beneath the ocean with a submarine;

you leave the outside world and wander in the silence of dimness.

Think about the holes children make when they dig in the sand on the seashore.

When the waves come in, the holes are swallowed up by the ocean. Similarly, when we know Christ, our physical death is overwhelmed by the love and grace of God. Death is swallowed up in the victory of Christ.

I love rains which carry desires to oceans.

Honor the ocean of love.

I would love to be able to swim in the ocean in Malibu.

But that is asking for a bikini shot. That's inviting something that I don't want to happen. I don't need to be on a 'Who's Skinny, Who's Fat, Who's Looking Healthy, Who's Not Eating?' list.

I love the sea with its impenetrable fathoms, its wash and undertow, and rasp of shingle sucked anew.

Somewhat of goodness, something true From sun and spirit shining through All faiths, all worlds, as through the dark Of ocean shines the lighthouse spark, Attests the presence everywhere Of love and providential care.

I love anything that involves the ocean.

Swimming, snorkelling or surfing are all fun, which distracts from your mind that you are actually doing a workout. Being outdoors in the sun and the salt water is great for freeing your mind and feeling alive.

And this sensitivity will create new friendships for you - friendships with trees, with birds, with animals, with mountains, with rivers, with oceans, with stars. Life becomes richer as love grows.

You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry.

You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!

So sweep away the sand an' dry the ocean, an' just pack the moon an' stars up in a cardboard box. And stop the clouds from chimin', block the sun from shinin',an' paint the sky a deeper shade of blue, 'cause my world's over without you.