Claude Chabrol Quotes

Nature refuses to rest.

Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.

What is new in the world? Nothing. What is old in the world? Nothing. Everything has always been and will always be.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.

The future is made of the same stuff as the present.

The world remains ever the same.

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

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.

Every time I slip into the ocean, it's like going home.

The more you read about history, the more you realize that there is nothing new under the sun.

If you want to know why the coast is such an inspirational place, ask Herman Melville, Jack London, Nordhoff and Hall, Robert Louis Stevenson or Joseph Conrad. It's a glimpse of eternity. It invites rumination, the relentless whisper of the tide against the shore.

Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.

For all at last return to the sea- to Oceanus, the ocean river, like the ever-flowing stream of time, the beginning and the end.

The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.

Things change, but they stay the same.

The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them; before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea and long miles of bluish-green waves breaking for ever and ever on the beach. And oh, the cry of the seagulls! Have you ever heard it? Can you remember?

A human being creates complexity by writing a novel on the surface of paper; a weather system creates complexity by writing waves on the surface of an ocean. What is the difference between the information carried in the words of a novel and the information carried on the waves of the sea? Listen, and the waves will speak, and someday, I tell you, you will write your thoughts on the surface of the sea.

Amidst the rush of worldly comings and goings, I observe how all endings become beginnings

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.

Repetition is the only form of permanence that Nature can achieve.

Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life," murmured Niko. "They bring new food for shore creatures, and take ships out to sea. They are the ocean's pulse, and our own heartbeat.

Waves, once they land on the beach, are not reversible.

What's dead may never die.

Do what we will, the Colorado will one day find an unimpeded way to the sea.

In every end, there is also a beginning.