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.
We are not what we might be; what we are / Outlaws all extrapolation / Beyond the interval of now and here: / White whales are gone with the white ocean.
We can see cities during the day and at night, and we can watch rivers dump sediment into the ocean, and see hurricanes form.
Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.
I love you as much as the ocean kisses the shore no matter how many times it is sent away.
Sometimes, somehow... I feel that ocean contains tears of mother earth, that mourns over terrible great sin done by men.
Some feel as though the world is their oyster; others feel as though they were the oyster itself, plucked from the ocean, cracked open, and robbed of all that is precious to them.
Fluctuating ultimate extreme levels of a moment of time is the fabric of the universe, and we are nothing- only single moment in the grand ocean of time.
A thick, intense fog was rolling in from the ocean, which created long, strange shadows to form like creatures of their own kind.
Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky..
That includes not cutting down the rain forest, and stop polluting the ocean because once we kill the coral reefs and the rain forest, this earth is toast.
Where you record is very important. It can't be too nice, it can't be too expensive, it can't have a view to an ocean or a field.
A big island of library, in the middle of an ocean, away from all the fools of the world, would this place not be a real paradise?
The Moon is our local port opening to the universe; in the future, it's through that port we will sail our ships to the coastless oceans.
If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity. Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
Which direction?" Robard asked. "Robard," I said exasperated, "we need a boat. I believe boats are kept at or near the ocean.
As the ocean tugged me at my feet, i realized that Early Auden, that strangest of boys, had saved me from being swept away.
Thoughts are like an open ocean, they can either move you forward within its waves, or sink you under deep into its abyss.
I love you as river love the ocean. I love you as the rain love the earth.
If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.
...but you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person.
