Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.
The Little Mermaid
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…john f. kennedy
A life on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep; Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep!epes sargent
The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free!bryan procter
In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans.Kahlil Gibran
The image of Eternity the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.lord byron
The Channel is that silver strip of sea which severs merry England from the tardy realms of Europe.
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
My life is like a stroll upon the beach, As near the ocean's edge as I can go.Henry David Thoreau
I love the beach. I love the sea. All my life I live within - in front of the sea.rafael nadal
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.lord byron
But the beaches are always open 'cause the ocean, she never sleeps.
So turn around and come on down, the beach is free.
Ye waves That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe Your crisped smiles.
The burden of the desert of the sea.
Come o'er the moonlit sea, The waves are brightly glowing.
Tut! the best thing I know between France and England is the sea.
The land is dearer for the sea, The ocean for the shore.lucy larcom
It is a pleasure for to sit at ease Upon the land, and safely for to see How other folks are tossed on the seas That with the blustering winds turmoiled be.
And Thou, vast Ocean! on whose awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin trace.robert montgomery