quote by Kate Chopin

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

— Kate Chopin

Uplifting Seashore quotations

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.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of 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.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.


I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all 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.

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.


This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.

Many do with opportunities as children do at the seashore;

they fill their little hands with sand, and then let the grains fall through, one by one, till all are gone.

Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

Every time I have some moment on a seashore, or in the mountains, or sometimes in a quiet forest, I think this is why the environment has to be preserved.

As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the waves disturbeth him not. He raiseth his head like a tower on a hill, and the arrows of fortune drop at his feet. In the instant of danger, the courage of his heart here, and scorn to fly.


My dream of happiness: a quiet spot by the Jamaican seashore .

. . hearing the wind sob with the beauty and the tragedy of everything. Sitting under an almond tree, with the leaf spread over me like an umbrella.

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only a boy playing on the seashore.

The great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life.

Official education was telling people almost nothing of the nature of all those things on the seashores, and in the redwood forests, in the deserts and in the plains.


All knowledge and understanding of the Universe was no more than playing with stones and shells on the seashore of the vast imponderable ocean of truth.

To sustain an environment suitable for man, we must fight on a thousand battlegrounds. Despite all of our wealth and knowledge, we cannot create a redwood forest, a wild river, or a gleaming seashore.

Climb the mountains, search the valleys, the deserts, the seashores, the deep recesses of the earth, for only in this way and no other will you arrive at the true nature of things.

Most of us have had the experience of sitting by the seashore or on a mountaintop, simply enjoying the beauty of nature, relaxed, content, and present. We've probably also had the experience of sitting by the seashore or on a mountaintop and missing it completely. Being present - or not - is a basic human experience.

Everyone knows Newton as the great scientist.

Few remember that he spent half his life muddling with alchemy , looking for the philosopher's stone. That was the pebble by the seashore he really wanted to find.


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.

THIRD WATCHER Let her speak. Don't interrupt. She knows words that mermaids taught her...I'm falling asleep in order to hear her...Go on, sister, go on...My heart aches because I wasn't you when you dreamed at the seashore.

My wife... its difficult to say what she does... she sells seashells on the seashore.

The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart.

Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair.

You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.


No Legislature can really destroy a religious conviction, except by exterminating its holders. It is historically too late to do that, and we shall live to see the drowned Egyptians on the seashore even yet.

It would be the greatest delight of the seraphs to pile up sand on the seashore or to pull weeds in a garden for all eternity, if they found out such was God's will. Our Lord himself teaches us to ask to do the will of God on earth as the saints do it in heaven: "Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven."

There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores

The Romans believed that what no man controls, no man can own.

Justinian, writing in the sixth century AD, said that the air, flowing water, the sea and the seashore were common to all.

If one's fated to be born in Caesar's Empire, let him live aloof, provincial, by the seashore.

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