You can't push a wave onto the shore any faster than the ocean brings it in.
Waves, once they land on the beach, are not reversible.
The longest wave is quickly lost in the sea.
And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill.
Give me a wave I can ride upon, come and show your strength to me.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
The fuel in the earth will be exhausted in a thousand or more years, and its mineral wealth, but man will find substitutes for these in the winds, the waves, the sun's heat, and so forth.
People think of waves as going in an orderly crash - whoosh - crash - whoosh, but in fact there are lots of different crashes and whooshes, all at different stages, and all going off at the same time.
A wave isn't like a skate ramp or mountain; everything's moving around and you have to time how to move along with it. That's easier with a slow wave.
The plane is simply abstracting the power stored in the wave by a distant gale, and using it to counteract gravity. And if the work be continued long enough, or a multitude of planes be continually drawing on the reservoir of power, the wave must inevitably be flattened.
Every wave is new until it breaks.
Feel what the wave is doing, then accept its energy.
Never underestimate the power of the ocean.
When gravitational waves reach the earth, the waves stretch and squeeze space. This is a tiny stretch and squeeze. Far too small to detect with ordinary human senses.
The waves belong to the water. Does the water belong to the waves?
I didn't think that wave was going to offer a ton, ... But the wave just held form, and I was able to get a lot out of it.
I love surfing and bodysurfing. I love getting slammed by the waves - that makes me feel alive. The waves are a good reminder that I'm small and fragile.
