The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.
We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
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 cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.
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 voice of the sea speaks to the soul.
Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.
The great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Limitless and immortal, the waters are the beginning and end of all things on earth.
To me, the sea is like a person - like a child that I've known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea I talk to it. I never feel alone when I'm out there.