Waves Quotes

“Those who have never known pain or adversity are as shallow as the waves lapping on the shore."

"And what is wrong with being shallow?" I'd asked him.

"What lies beneath the surface of shallow waters? Nothing. It's only when you go deeper that the ocean comes alive. The deeper you go, the more mysteries and surprises await.”
― Mara Rutherford, Crown of Coral and Pearl

“My sister said that when the tide was out you could walk all the way to America; the waves pulled back that far. So far that the starfish forgot there ever was an ocean and stiffened with dismay. So far that the seaweed wept itself dry on the rocks with nostalgia.”
― Jess Kidd, The Hoarder

“Not the waves, not the storms, but often we ourselves sink our ships!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“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.”
― Sharon Brubaker, Between Earth and Sea: A Selkie Tale

“The place was in her blood, her bones, and her soul. Perhaps it was that siren song that called to her when she saw the edge where the water met the sky. Perhaps it was the peacefulness of the community itself. She didn't know.”
― Sharon Brubaker, Between Earth and Sea: A Selkie Tale

“Let the waves carry you where the light can not.”
― Mohit Kaushik |Yenugwar|

“The wind has no right to complain about the waves!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The evening darkens over
After a day so bright,
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.”
― Robert Bridges, Poems

“We have been taking into our mouths the bodies of dead birds.”
― Virginia Woolf

“Currents shift and move but it's only where the water breaks that the wave becomes visible. A pandemonium occurs, where substances collide, and then something new comes into being.”
― Clare Strahan, The Learning Curves of Vanessa Partridge

“She could not have asked for a more perfect day. The sun was shining, the humidity was low. There was a slight breeze. The water was a silvery blue. It was a bright, beautiful, early, autumn day. Perfect.”
― Sharon Brubaker, The Blossoming

“A wave can kill you. Or you can ride it. It's sometimes more dangerous to shy away. You can't live your life in fear. You have to be prepared to get on your board and stand on your feet. If you are in the barrel of a wave you have to ignore the fear. You have to be in that moment. You have to carve on through. You get scared, and the next thing you know you are off your board and smashing your head on a rock. I'm never going to live in fear.”
― Matt Haig, How to Stop Time

“Your well-being affects (and is affected by) those waves through small ripples of self-care and the decisions you make.”
― Melissa Steginus, Self Care at Work: How to Reduce Stress, Boost Productivity, and Do More of What Matters

“Love came to me as the touching waves, kissing my feet but never to stay, I wondered it's existence until I got absorbed into it.”
― Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel

“... con tantos encajes pareces una ola y me das el mismo miedo que de niño tuve al mar.”
― Federico García Lorca, Amor de Don Perlimplín con Belisa en su jardín

“If you want to teach the waves to be calm, you must teach the sun to be calm because the sun creates the wind by heating the earth!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“She was no better than the shells by her feet, tumbling this way and that at the beck and call of the waves.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Taking Root

“I beheld such a sight which I have never beheld before, and which no living person can have seen save in the delirium of fever or the inferno of opium. The building stood on a narrow point of land- or what was now a narrow point of land-fully three hundred feet above what must lately have been a seething vortex of mad waters. On either side of the house there fell a newly washed-out precipice of red earth, whilst ahead of me the hideous waves were still rolling in frightfully, eating away the land with ghastly monotony and deliberation. Out a mile or more there rose and feel menacing breakers of at least fifty feat in height, and on the far horizon ghoulish black clouds were resting and brooding like unwholesome vultures. The waves were dark and purplish, almost black, and clutched at the yielding red mud of the bank as if with uncouth, greedy hands. I could not but feel that some noxious marine mind had declared a war of extermination upon all the solid ground, perhaps abetted by the angry sky.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Crawling Chaos

“The wind breezed through the neighborhoods and pushed the hands of household clocks. Waves rose and fell with the regularity of a sleeping god's snores. People cupped snowflakes in their hands, scraps of divinity that melted at the human touch, as ephemeral as time. Seasons are only man-made time-traps after all. We can call them what we please.”
― Angela Panayotopulos, The Wake Up

“You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.”
― Nitya Prakash

“I wasted time and memories on waves.”
― Ben Ditmars, Triptychs

“She told me "I want to go to your hometown.
Someday I will go there and I will smile till the time I will stay there and be happy because its your home town. I am going to see you in every wall, every street, every glass, in every person, in every wave of the sea and smile.”
― Avijeet Das

“Love fragrances, and colours the breath waves that inspire the heart language.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“Waves after waves broke on the boulder-lined banks, lashing and hollering, making a colossal display of restlessness and rage and resignation. He had dropped on his knees and prayed for a long time.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“Is a particle really a wave packet?
Could something like a "phase transition" involve dimensions that are more transitory then we imagined.
Example; a photon as a two dimensional sheet is absorbed by an electron so that the photon becomes a part of the geometry of the electron in which the electrons dimensions change in some manner.
Could "scale" have more variation and influence on space and time that our models currently predict.”
― R.A. Delmonico

“Do you ever feel your mother?"
Lydia's pencil stilled. "Yes," she said, quietly. "Sometimes I do."
Later that evening, when supper was finished, she took up her mending and curled herself into her mother's old chair with its leather seat slung in the low X-shaped frame like a welcoming lap. She could almost imagine her mother's arms holding her, here in the room with the warmth of the fire and the light of the candles, the wind rising hard at the glass of the window.
The men were still sitting around the long table in cross conversations, her brother and Mr. Ramírez discussing the length of the Bellewether's deck, while her father and Mr. de Brassart debated the merits of some play by Shakespeare, and Mr. de Sabran sat back and observed.
All the voices ran into and over each other and blended like billowy waves folding into the sea, and she struggled to stay on the surface while all of those waves with the troubles they carried went by. "Feel them passing?" her mother asked, rocking her gently.
Except they weren't passing. They bore her relentlessly down like great weights on her shoulders until she was sinking.
And then in place of her mother's arms she felt the strong ones of Mr. de Sabran, protecting her as they had done in New York, and it suddenly wasn't so terrible, drowning. She held him and drifted down into the dark.”
― Susanna Kearsley, Bellewether

“The waves came up towards us, fumbling and gnawing at the beach like an immense soft mouth.”
― Ross Macdonald, The Archer Files, The Complete Short Stories of Lew Archer, Private Investigator Including Newly Discovered Case Notes

“When does a wave behave like a particle?
When one or more dimensions collapse to zero or nearly zero.
Action in a field creates the spacetime it inhabits and dimensions, like particles, may be virtual.
Gravity is a variation of scale and ratio is the only thing that is discrete.”
― R.A. Delmonico

“The Waves
***
As the waves
Hit the shore
And enjoy that
Also out of control
And then revert
Let me in my waves
In the same way
I also want to cross
My limits
To extend the limits.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“He had often wondered if the sea that incessantly broke its many heads against the boulders without doing them any injury was in effect trying to convey something to man. Why it was an insinuation of the same charge – the message that the succession of sunshine and shade of the jungle carried and in a matter of a few moments it had become all too clear to him: Truth, deceit! Truth, deceit! the chant to which this world of ours whirls.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan