Learn from the ocean; not fearing turbulence, it uses the wind against it to rise instead.
There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.
The ocean has limits, but true love does not.
Truth is straight like a line. Virtue is firm like a wall. Wisdom is tall like a mountain. Love is wide like an ocean.
The ocean does not lose its splendor because it lost a few drops.
Learn from the ocean; when it rises, it carries more than itself along with it.
A year indoors is a journey along a paper calendar; a year in outer nature is the accomplishment of a tremendous ritual. To share in it, one must have a knowledge of the pilgrimages of the sun, and something of the natural sense of him and feeling for him which made even the most primitive people mark the summer limits of his advance and the last December ebb of his decline. All those Autumn weeks I have watched the great disk going south along the horizon of moorlands beyond the marsh, now sinking behind this field, now behind this leafless tree, now behind this sedgy hillock dappled with thin snow. We lose a great deal, I think, when we lose this sense and feeling for the sun. When all has been said, the adventure of the sun is the great natural drama by which we live, and not to have joy and awe of it, not to share in it, isw to close a dull door on nature’s sustaining and poetic spirit.
God gave you the sea, but you still have to fish for yourself.
You cannot drown a fish in the ocean, no matter how deep you sink it.
You cannot control the ocean, but you can guide the rivers that feed it.
You don't throw a compass overboard because the ocean is calm.
Though you are as a drop in the ocean, without you, the universe would be empty.