Tides Quotes

“Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life - that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides. It is enough.”
― Victoria Erickson

“The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities... If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.”
― Rachel Carson

“When people are just drifting along the tides of life and can’t see the shores of reality anymore, they may experience someday the irresistible desire for a liberating burst, emerging deeply from the inner self and disentangling them from their manufactured pattern. That day might be a day of all possibilities and make them ready to hit the ground running. ("A change of vision" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waiting worlds
That lap against our side.”
― Jim Morrison

“A single poem, alone
can turn tides
scatter galaxies
and burst forth with rivers
from paradise.”
― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

“Divide the constant tide and random noisiness of energetic flow, with conscious recurring moments of empty mind, solitude, gratitude and deep...slow...breathing. Of this, the natural law of self-preservation demands.”
― T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence

“The tides surged through the marsh and each wave that hit the beach came light-struck and broad-shouldered, with all the raw power the moon could bestow.”
― John Berendt, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

“Some parts of us all are boulders on the shoreline. Some parts of us all are racing across the waters. Some parts of us all wax and wane with the tides. It's hard to find one's footing, to keep one's footing, at times like this. And still and still you can't walk the road without finding dry land.”
― Shellen Lubin

“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

“Salmon mysteriously return to their riverine birthplace after years of being away at sea. We are still learning how they do this, but scientists agree that smell is one of their navigation tools. What if we were born in a tidepool and our attraction to the sea is a coming home?”
― Jonathan White

“I walk to the landing where I sometimes go to watch the water eat the day.”
― Victoria Carless, The Dream Walker

“Were I not so self-centered, I'd be intrigued.

- Tehol Beddict”
― Steven Erikson, Midnight Tides

“TA truly successful leader is a reluctant leader. Not one whose every word is greeted with frenzied cheering either - after all what happens to the mind of such a leader, after such scenes are repeated again and again? A growing certainty, a belief in one's own infallibility, and onward goes the march into disaster. No, Bugg I won't have anyone kissing my feet ــــ,

' I'm relieved to hear that master, since those feet have not known soap in a long time'.”
― Steven Erikson, Midnight Tides

“Hell, Lowenstein! She made a schizophrenic! My mother should have raised cobras, not children!”
― Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

“You are a nymph, Iris. You can read the tides; you can change currents. But this current, this swift course, cannot be changed. Well I know metal, Princess. And I know that any steel that does not bend is fated to break.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“I see it like this - people are like the tide. Some come into your life and bring things you'll only need for a short time, and others will bring things you'll carry forever. But some are just destined to disappear beneath the waves.”
― John Marrs, The Vacation

“Those are the things in the water that keep the moon in orbit. I've never quite understood just how they work. You mostly can't see the moon during the day, so they can't be very efficient.”
― Matthew Goldman, The Journals of Constant Waterman: Paddling, Poling, and Sailing for the Love of It

“A boy drifted in on the tide. Like a dream, like a memory I hope I'll never forget.”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep

“There are tides in the affairs of men, tides of restlessness and awareness; there are thin threads of thought that reach out across the distance and, like the threads of a weaver, are drawn together tight.”
― Louis L'Amour, The Key-Lock Man

“At night a bird perched on my window
and chirped. Roaming rims of night
tides surge and cascade, plummet.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“feeling all the moods of the ocean. Crystalline in a still morning, beckoning under the midday Sun, a mysterious and ancient divinity at dusk, wild and unconquerable in storms. Always a new tide coming in, and an old tide leaving on a new journey. I feel like the ocean remembers the touch of every place it has been to and washes our skin with it, takes part of us with it when it goes.”
― Tamara Rendell, Realm of the Stag King

“The late afternoon Sun threw amber and gold across the deep body of the ocean, breaking into unseen luminance across the horizon. She listened to the crashing distance in the waves: formless and curving into the Earth, reaching for the wide basin of the sky. The ocean’s longing to embrace – not understanding stillness or the way others might be tied to the ground.”
― Tamara Rendell, Realm of the Witch Queen

“The more I let go, the more electric I become, resonating across tides and currents, touching the sweetest gems encircling me, calling me home. The water in which I’m suspended charges me like a battery that runs on lightning.”
― Laurie Perez, The Power of Amie Martine

“The tide will always turned at the set time.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Mmmm...the tide may drown a sleeping fisherman, a brother or a sister, or carry her unawares out to sea, but it does not do so with malice or design. And even if we hate it, how shall we harm it? How to exercise our hatred? With high walls or thundering engines? How? Do you attack the waves when you know that the seas are shifted and governed by a power removed from the Earth and beyond assailing? Trust me, young one. Use the tide, but do not make of it an enemy. If ever the strange intelligence in it could notice you and name you amongst its enemies, you would be undone before you knew any measure of relief.”
― J. Kelley Anderson, Casting Shadows

“In the pull of unknown, I sense my thirst, and so I wander, the way wild winds do, the way tides long for the shores, the way the stars through darkness meander, like the ships adrift at sea, the way robins flutter in the winds, the way the sea lulls itself to sleep and starlight lives in the deepest of my deeps.....

In search of a river, I came at last, one rainless summer day, for lost I was in living without the love, my thirst is what split me in deeps. In the burning sky, I beheld your blaze. You blow as the wild winds blow from east, on the sands are the footprints beneath the blues of heaven, and in the sun, a golden gem. Your love as a river into my mouth, your blaze blows every desire that had me possessed, your arms have me wrapped tight with the light, for ended is the dark as dawn breaks in my deeps. From hither to thither, in longing I will flow, and eternally you will be the river for my thirst.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Grateful For You
A gratitude poem from a Mother to her miracle child

You are a wonderful treasure
My love for you, I cannot measure
In you, God gave me an Angel
Through you, I was blessed by the Heavens
An answered prayer of way back
Just when I thought it was over
My precious gift from Above, you showed up
Filled with your bright smile and loads of fun
You make me so fine
Oh, what a privilege in life
To be given such a sense of pride
As I call you my child
While you chose to be mine
You are so kind
You bring me hope every time
I could go through heavy tides
With you by my side
I always rise
You help me make long strides
I cannot drown, not even once
You give me a better chance
To become a daring Mom
I have peace, even in the storm
Because you teach me to stay strong
So glad you came along
Never let me all alone
What an honour to be your Mother!
My perfect match
Such a great catch!
My very best friend
Will you lend me a hand
To walk beside you on this land?
You are all I ever need
And I am so grateful for you”
― Gift Gugu Mona, From My Mother's Classroom: A Badge of Honour for a Remarkable Woman

“As she pushed off, she knew no one would ever see this sandbar again. The elements had created a brief and shifting smile of sand, angled just so. The next tide, the next current would design another sandbar, and another, but never this one. Not the one who caught her. The one who told her a thing or two.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“Barefoot on the shore, I steady myself, alone.
Tides sway back and forth as earthly hours trace forward motion on the clock. Reassuring ease refreshes with the smooth, slow bloom of morning twilight, governed with consistent timing by predictable planetary spin.”
― Laurie Perez, The Cosmos of Amie Martine

“In the evenings the boat spun on its anchor and mist fell to its knees, raining directly into seawater. Trees grew on red buoys, bald eagles lifted out of dark trunks like white-steepled chapels, a raven ate a crab in the boat's crow's nest, and schools of herring, who sometimes migrate in rolled-up balls five or six inches thick, broad-jumped the incoming tide.”
― Gretel Ehrlich, A Match to the Heart: One Woman's Story of Being Struck By Lightning