In this post, I’ve gathered my favorite quotes about Sea and Ocean, collected over the years from a variety of sources.
My 100 Fav Quotes About Sea And Ocean To Inspire You
The sea has no roads, the sea is without explanation.
Sometimes I raise my eyes and look with sympathy at my brother the ocean: he feigns the infinite, but I know that he, too, everywhere comes up against his bounds, and hence all this fury, all this roar.
We should all live with a sea-view.
In summertime the wind’s hands move invisible strands in the air, which join together the waves, hair, thoughts.
In cities without the sea … I wonder where people go to regain their balance … perhaps to the Moon…
When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
You can not be unhappy when you have this: the smell of the sea, the sand beneath your fingers, the air, the wind.
The sea is the only infinite being that humbly places itself at our feet, without ever losing an ounce of its greatness.
You should learn from the sea how to improvise and let go and learn from the sky how to have no limits or boundaries.
Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.
You stand still with your feet on the ground. I want to see the sea.
Dress yourself up in robes of sky and amazement.
I will take you to the coast.
I’ve never seen the waves surrender, that’s why I love the sea.
We too, just like flowing water, are wanderers in search of a sea.
(Juan Baladan Gadea)
I measure life not in years, but in roads, bridges, mountains and miles that separate me every time from the sea.
One day we will open the window and outside everything will be more beautiful for everyone, with wild goats and the sea.
At the beach, life is different. A day moves not from hour to hour but leaps from mood to moment. We go with the currents, plan around the tides, follow the sun. We measure happiness by nothing we can hold, nothing we can catch.
How can you describe the sea to those who look at it and just see water…
And so, I would listen to the sea forever. In full volume. Eyes staring at the sky’s ceiling.
Imagining my life.
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
No home should be without a sea view. Every house should belong to the wind and the waves. The sea and home should live together forever, like two children sitting opposite each other, sharing their secrets.
He held it indeed as certain, that no person, could be really in a state of secure and permanent Health without spending at least six weeks by the Sea every year.
The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.
He could have made it yellow, or purple, or red.
instead he made it blue, the sea.
As if it was sky on land.
You want to hear my history? Ask the sea.
Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.
I spent the day medicating my wounds with the sun’s rays.
I spent the afternoon erasing my sadness with salt water.
I spent the evening removing the fears from my mind, filling it’s place with stars and songs.
If someone asks me how I spent my day at the beach, I would say, “Healing”.
Because nothing else in the world cures me like the sea.
Being by the sea is like a permanent baptism. The light and air hypnotizes, and your soul is washed by vastness.
In still moments by the sea life seems large-drawn and simple. It is there we can see into ourselves.
Swimming is similar to flying. The sea gives to the arms what the air offers to the wings; the swimmer floats on the abysses of the seabed.
(Erri De Luca)
Watch the sea at night as you would watch a sleeping mother. Pay attention to its every breath. Learn to listen to it breathing, that seems to say “Open yourself up and dream”.
When you are emotionally fragile, just look at the view, listen to the sound of the sea and remember the faces of the people we were with a few moments ago.
The brilliant blue of the morning sea, of the cloudless sky,
the yellow shore; all lovely,
all bathed in light.
Let me stand here.
To me, the sea is like a person – like a child that I’ve known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea, I talk to it. I never feel alone when I’m out there.
I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
I wonder who comforts the sea when there’s a storm
and the mermaids seek refuge in some abandoned lighthouse.
There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath..
She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.
(George RR Martin)
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the
ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
The sea is like a disease in reverse. If you have it as a child then you won’t ever heal from it.
Maybe it’s because I need the sea, the sand under my feet and a horizon to look at in silence. Maybe I need another life.
I asked myself so many questions that I went to live on the shore and threw the answers into the water so as not to quarrel with anyone.
You can keep your heights, I prefer stay at sea level.
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too.
(Vincent Van Gogh)
In a previous life I was a wave in the sea, the type that brings to the shore colored pebbles and guards them as if they were emeralds.
My sense of direction leads me one way: to the beach.
There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, look at it. It was a living thing that as as unpredictable as a great stage actor: it could be calm and welcoming, opening its arms to embrace it’s audience one moment, but then could explode with its stormy tempers, flinging people around, wanting them out, attacking coastlines, breaking down islands.
Few people are able to come looking for you where you really are. That’s why I love the sound of the waves. They always know where to find you.
Just turn off your phone, drive to the beach, forget everything and simply listen to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
Stands at the sea,
wonders at wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the universe.
The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea.
Even when far away from the sea,
I still have some sea in my eyes
sending blue reflections.
When you cross the arched entrance to the temple of dreams, there, right there, is the sea…
I have an immoderate passion for water; for the sea, though so vast, so restless, so beyond one’s comprehension.
(Guy de Maupassant)
When at sea you are immersed in the greatest light you can have.
Open your hand and close it.
You will feel the vibration of a thousand possibilities
and a sky that smiles at your joy.
That kind of happiness that occurs when coming out of the sea.
A suspension in time.
A moment intensified and warmed-up by the sun.
The motion of the sky that stops and the universe that looks at us in amazement.
Those people who think of the sea, hear its murmur, even when inland.
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
I went to the beach and I didn’t take any pictures. I have nothing to post, but I can still feel the breaking of shells that I trampled on the beach, the light spraying of the waves, the squealing of seagulls and the voice and laughter of those I love. That’s enough for me.
The sea is a state of mind, you can be miles away but at the same time have it all around you.
Be always like the sea, than breaking up against cliffs it finds always the force to try again.
Summer is here.
The light has become incredibly intense.
And millions of roads, all of a sudden, have asked which is the way to the sea.
According to some legends, the sea is home to all that we have lost, of what we have never had, of broken desires, of sorrows, of tears we have shed.
The sea enchants, the sea kills, it moves, it frightens, it also makes you laugh sometimes, it disappears every now and then, it disguises itself as a lake, or it constructs … But, above all, the sea calls.
After that magic moment when my eyes were opened to the sea, I was no longer able to see, think, and live as I did before.
Every time I’m in front of the sea I open myself to gifts of air, and colors and shapes and vibrations which I draw in and out of my lungs which as much ease as passing through a window pain.
The sea is all blue.
The sea is all calm.
In the heart it’s almost a scream of joy.
And everything is calm.
I wonder what’s missing from life when on a summer night the breath of the stars opens the windows and engulfs you with the scent of the sea
If the sound of the sea overwhelms that of your thoughts, you are in the right place.
There are three thing in the world I love most: the sea, Hamlet, and Don Giovanni.
The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.
The sea is a peace treaty between the star and poetry.
The sea teaches sailors dreams that the ports are killing.
I was happy anywhere I could see the ocean.
I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea.
The sea is an ancient idiom that I can’t decipher.
(Jorge Luis Borges)
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all.
Only music can equal the sea.
When we leave the sea we never leave it completely. Its light remains entangled in the hair, in the nuances of the voice, in the softness of the skin. It’s a few days before you lose it forever.
It has been found again! What? Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.
The sea is an abyss that is filled to the brim.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
(Jacques Yves Cousteau)
When you live on the coast you are far from everything.
Traffic, chaos, lights.
Away from everything else.
But the sea is there. And you can feel it.
I like the sea in winter. The sea shares with us the waves and I share my thoughts.
How many times have I swum in the eyes of the sea and seen its dreams. Once a wave attached a carriage to a cloud and was taken beyond the universe. When I’m back on the shore, I know I left behind something indescribable.
And here we leave as we came
goodbye brother sea
I harbor a bit ‘of your gravel
a bit’ of your salt blue
a bit ‘of your infinity
and a little bit of your light
We’ve been able to say a lot of things
on your destiny sea
here we are with a little ‘more than hope
here we are with a little’ more wisdom
and we leave as we came
goodbye brother sea.
Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.
Time is more complex near the sea than in any other place, for in addition to the circling of the sun and the turning of the seasons, the waves beat out the passage of time on the rocks and the tides rise and fall as a great clepsydra.
The sea hath no king but God alone.
(Dante Gabriel Rossetti)
When at sea you stand still; movements of the seagull facing the wind. Life is suspended.
The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
(Vincent Van Gogh)
Even if you walk the lengths of the land, you will never learn as many things as you will learn from the sea. You will never find peace except at sea, which for its part never has peace.
A child plays by the sea. He collects water in a colored bucket and pours it into a hole he has dug. All of a sudden I realize that, apart from myself, God is watching too.
It is always the sea that washes away all my doubts, the useless footsteps left by my walking, the thin splinters of habits that entangle me. Each time it gives me energy and the key to reopening the shapes of the world.
There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
(James Russell Lowell)
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite.
The sky was so beautiful that God made the sea so that he could he see his own reflection.
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.
(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)
The sea smiles from afar. Teeth of sea foam, Lips of sky.
(Federico Garcia Lorca)
There is no sea that does not fit a window.
That sail which leans on light,
tired of islands,
a schooner beating up the Caribbean
for home, could be Odysseus,
home-bound on the Aegean.
Free man, you will always cherish the sea!
The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul
In the infinite unrolling of its billows.
In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans.
Whenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I’m talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean.
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.
(Anne Morrow Lindbergh)
The river is within us, the sea is all about us.
(Thomas Stearns Eliot)
How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is clearly Ocean.
(Arthur C. Clarke)
The solitude of the sea intensifies the thoughts and the facts of one’s experience which seems to lie at the very centre of the world.
But don’t you see that I must go, for it seems that I am cut in half and only one part of me here. The other piece is over the sea, calling and calling me to come and be whole.
The sea never changes and its works, for all the talk of men, are wrapped in mystery.
The sea! The sea! The open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
(Bryan W. Procter)