Rachel Carson Quotes

You can't push a wave onto the shore any faster than the ocean brings it in.

Geology gives us a key to the patience of God.

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.

A stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.

Surfing is my religion, if I have one.

As long as there's a body of water nearby, I'm happy. Pools don't count. I like diving into the ocean and coming out refreshed.

I'm a sun and ocean guy.

I have always had the sea as my playground.

The beach is definitely where I feel most at home. It's my oxygen. I forget how much I need it sometimes when I'm away working.

I love the sea.

When I go to the shore, I take along the poems of Pablo Neruda. I suppose it's because the poems are simultaneously lush and ripe and kind of lazy, yet throbbing with life - like summer itself.

The sediments of the past are many miles in collective thickness: yet the feeble silt of the rivers built them all from base to summit.

I love the beach. I love the sea. All my life I live within - in front of the sea.

I like to be close to water and the ocean, particularly. I love to get out and body surf. I like mountain biking, too.

I don't feel I've arrived home until I get on the beach. All my life, the theater of the sea has been a very strong thing.

While growing up, I used to go to the beach, as I used to find peace there.

To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.

Really, the ocean itself - that's really the thing that we're up against, the most destructive environment on the planet.

My spirits infallibly rise in proportion to the outward dreariness. Give me the ocean, the desert, or the wilderness!

Geology is rapidly taking its place as an introduction to the higher history of man. If the author has sought to exalt a favorite science, it has been with the desire that man-in whom geological history had its consummation, the prophecies of the successive ages their fulfilment-might better comprehend his own nobility and the true purpose of his existence.

Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.

Geography is just physics slowed down, with a couple of trees stuck in it.

Geology differs as widely from cosmogony, as speculations concerning the creation of man differ from history.

The earth itself assures us it is a living entity. Deep below surface one can hear its slow pulse, feel its vibrant rhythm. The great breathing mountains expand and contract. The vast sage desert undulates with almost imperceptible tides like the oceans. From the very beginning, throughout all its cataclysmic upthrusts and deep sea submergences, the planet Earth seems to have maintained an ordered rhythm.