Emotions are like waves. Watch them disappear in the distance on the vast calm ocean.
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
It’s a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
Writing fiction, especially a long work of fiction, can be a difficult, lonely job; it’s like crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a bathtub. There’s plenty of opportunity for self-doubt.
You must have an iron will, if you would cross the ocean. You must be strong enough to pierce mountains.
Christ, Buddha, and Krishna are but waves in the Ocean of Infinite Consciousness that I am!
We have been to the moon, we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom, but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together.
Don’t cross oceans for people who wouldn’t cross a puddle for you.
Never lose hope. Stay close to Allah and when you mess up, go back to Him. Never, ever stop going back to Him. Repent often. Cry to Allah. And hold on tight-with your life-to His remembrance and to prayer. If you do this, you may get wet, but insha Allah never drown in this ocean of dunya.
A frog in a well cannot conceive of the ocean.
Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore.
If you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.
It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.
If I were dropped out of a plane into the ocean and told the nearest land was a thousand miles away, I’d still swim. And I’d despise the one who gave up.
My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free.
Civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.
The revolutionary breakthrough will come with rockets that are fully and rapidly reusable. We will never conquer Mars unless we do that. It’ll be too expensive. The American colonies would never have been pioneered if the ships that crossed the ocean hadn’t been reusable.
You don’t understand. You’re not a wave. You’re part of the ocean.