Quotes About Sailing

Since I was 10 years old, I knew I wanted to sail around the world.

People spend money on sports, and I just don't do golf, I hate it. But I love sailing and the technology aspect.

E.B. White's essays are the best things I've read about Maine - especially the one in which he's not sure if he can go out sailing any more in his sloop.

I've been sailing from the age of 2, and apparently, when I was 4, I told my dad, 'I know how to do this; you don't have to come with me anymore.'

When you're on a boat, you're going to little islands and stuff. It's not a partying kind of thing.

Moitessier very quickly wrote another book, his second, about their voyage, Cap Horn à la voile (titled in English: Cape Horn: The Logical Route), which was published in time for France's premier boat show, the Salon Nautique. It became a huge best-seller.

Dumas's book, Alone Through the Roaring Forties

So I lowered the sails ... and once I had lowered them there was nothing more I could do except pray. So I prayed. And between times I turned to one of my sailing manuals to see what advice it contained for me. It was like being in hell with instructions." 50

says he sailed his own boat out to the position given by

There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

There is a ladder.The ladder is always therehanging innocentlyclose to the side of the schooner.

It is not the ship so much as the skillful sailing that assures the prosperous voyage.

Sailed this day nineteen leagues, and determined to count less than the true number, that the crew might not be dismayed if the voyage should prove long.

My dad always wanted to sail. They lived on a boat for eight years.

I sailed a bit as a child, but it wasn't until I was around 40, when I was halfway through Patrick O'Brian's 'Master and Commander' novels, that I had the sudden epiphany that I had to go sail on a square-rig ship.

Every summer I sail to a small island called Cavallo, which lies between Sardinia and Corsica.

Instead of sailing off into the sunset, he hopes to sail into the next century.

Todo barco es un objeto romántico hasta que nos embarcamos en él

What sort of noise does a balloon make, adrift? None. No, not quite. It noises itself, it soughs, like the wind billowing your curtains all white as breaths of foam. Or it makes a sound like the stars turning over in your sleep. Or it announces itself like moonrise and moonset. That last is best: like the moon sailing the universal deeps, so rides a balloon.

He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.

What matters is action. Not to think about writing, but to write. Not to think about sailing, but to sail. Not to think about loving, but to love.

People don't believe it, but solo sailing actually is quite restful.

I throw out love like an anchor and wait where the long house lights of strangers tickle the river's back … Isn't it right to drag the rivers for the bodies not even the nets could catch? I won't lie, I want you to lie with me on the tumbling surface of love. from "Sailing the Back River

Friday, 16th. The most part fine, Clear weather. Punished Henry Stevens, Seaman, and Thomas Dunster, Marine, with 12 lashes each, for refusing to take their allowance of Fresh Beef. Employed taking on board Wine and Water. Wind Easterly.