Best 64 quotes in «shore quotes» category

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.

Instead of standing on the shore and proving to ourselves that the ocean cannot carry us, let us venture on its waters just to see.

Little boats should keep near shore

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores

Let us waive that agitated national topic, as to whether such multitudes of foreign poor should be landed on our American shores;let us waive it, with the one only thought, that if they can get here, they have God's right to come.

Life is the wave's deep whisper on the shore Of a great sea beyond.

Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.

Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.

On Sunday, something washed up on shore.

Savages!' he echoed, ironically. 'You set foot on one of the shores of this globe, professor, and you’re surprised to find savages? Where aren’t there savages? Besides, are they any worse than others, these whom you call savages?

Our plants had now increased to 252: as they were all kept on shore at the tent I augmented the guard there, though from the general conduct of the natives there did not appear the least occasion for so much caution.

Spain- a great whale stranded on the shores of Europe.

Seeing occurs, of course, through stopping thought. Thought is the fog. When thought stops in meditation, at any point, when there's no thought, we see the other shore.

The only person I've had sex with on Jersey Shore is my boyfriend

The issue for me is American competitiveness, and how do we best create a climate here that allows international capital to come to these shores to create jobs.

Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore.

The working people are bound to their native shores.

This universe is the wreckage of the infinite on the shores of the finite.

Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.

To discover new continents, you must be willing to lose sight of the shore.

When I go to the shore, I take along the poems of Pablo Neruda. I suppose it's because the poems are simultaneously lush and ripe and kind of lazy, yet throbbing with life - like summer itself.

Where Napoleon failed, I shall succeed, I shall land on the shores of Britain.

The Japanese have hit the shores like dead fish. They're just like dead fish washing up on the shores.

You can't push a wave onto the shore any faster than the ocean brings it in.

and nothing can be more captivating than the waves hitting the shore

A silent velvet footstep filled me, unwelcome yet so needed. You finally found my hidden shore with grains of time and ocean of the most secret secrets, violet and red; left a trail of deep blue footsteps on my glowing beach of soul, and no matter how many times tides wash the golden sand anew, your prints can never be erased. Each one a shining star in my quiet Universe...

...and you will hold me with your wondering eyes in the serenity of purest mind at the dreams edge of my quiet golden shores accompanied by the melodies of emerald blue rippling waves where I will always remain voicing harmony in the over the rainbow soothing memories of your heart...

As she always did, when she went over the dune and saw the waves crashing on the shore, her heart leapt inside her in excitement. She still had a love affair with the ocean.

If you never lose sight of the shore, you’re not on a voyage of discovery. You’re on a day cruise.

Gentle swells had replaced the angry waves of yesterday. The gentle breakers made their way to shore glinting with green as they somersaulted to shore. The waves showed an edge of lacy foam that caressed the sand. It was peaceful.

Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.

How I long to be the shore and feel your waves crash upon me over and over again.

In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.

In the Bay, whenever I got depressed, I always drove out to the Ocean Beach. Just to sit. And, I don't know, something about looking at water, how it just goes and goes and goes, something about that I found very soothing. As if somehow I were connected to every ripple that was sending itself out and out until it reached another shore.

My dream, I have faith in you! Tell me that reality won't vanquish you; it won't crush my lively spirit into wafts of sorrowful aches, that's what you should vow. I remember you, you used to make me smile for a hope I have always desired, it made my pain worth its dreadfulness. I waited for the sunshine and it made me love and enjoy the rain. We were trapped by dense clouds, now I think I am free.. to breathe again. Like the sea waves, hope visits my shore carrying the light for the frozen heart and the darkened soul.

Your presence was shore where I rested/ released from the hoodoo of that dance, where I spoke/ with my true voice again.

Dear Waves, You have been restless all your life? Or maybe uneasy? I don't know quite. Oscillating between faiths, swinging between shores! Yet when we sit next to you on those sands, do you never feel like sharing what bothers you so much?

I feel a new era coming in, standing on the shore, waiting for it to slowly greet me.

Oblong stones sink slow and sideways. Shaped by the weight of waves, dutifully vibrating nature’s lunar-bound graces, they wash ashore only for closed palms to forsake them. The cheerful will cherish them, place them on windowsills, or on graves.

The amazing face of the motherly mammal of a seal near the oceanic shore has more honesty to offer to our world than the unreliable feature of a two-faced politician.

Tipani flower skies blazing rapture of color laced tree crowns silhouettes along the ocean diamond necklaced beach...of my heart in fragrance of love spilled by caressing kisses of the sun opening the gates to dive deep through away to horizons with no return...

The other side of shore is always the success

The sea loved the moon When she was supposed to love the shore. The moon knew And hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shore Who was destined for her. Yet his protests seemed weak. And even when he pushed her towards the shore- She always retreated back. To want, to need, to love the moon For all she's worth. Everyone said, it wasn't meant to happen. Yet, the Tsunami rose that night for their union.

This is my fundamental teaching: that there is no division between this and that. That is contained in this, the other shore is contained in this shore. You need not go anywhere. If you can be joyous, flowing, alive, sensitive, orgasmic, this very shore immediately is transformed into the other shore . . . this very world the paradise, this very body the Buddha.

What can we expect from an empty shell Where many hearts of pearl once beat to dwell Waves fail to break hard layer's bond of love Wailing shore sends memoir to the sky above

Time is the wave upon the shore. It takes some things away, but it brings other things.

when i look at the waves i realize not every time it meets the shore, sometimes it even end before reaching it's destination.