Quotes About Sailing

I sailboat raced, I love to go out on my motorcycle alone, but I also love my family dearly. I love that aspect of my life as well.

she was gone over the side of the vessel to be swung down in the bosun's

With her bad luck, scruffy passengers and drunken sailing, the Mayflower is still our glorious origin myth.

She had always been good at dreaming, but what she had never done before was believe a dream could actually come true. She believed now. The wonder of setting sail created possibilities she had never considered before.

I grasped her gunwale and held on as she turned bottom up, for I suddenly remembered that I could not swim.

You must then know the sea, and know that you know it, and not forget that it was made to be sailed over.

El viento la golpeaba en la pollera, trabándole los pasos, haciéndola inclinarse apenas, como un barco de vela que viniera hacia mí desde la noche.

As a 13-year-old girl, it was never my intention to be the center of world news.

Aside from what it teaches you, there is simply the indescribable degree of peace that can be achieved on a sailing vessel at sea. I guess a combination of hard work and the seemingly infinite expanse of the sea - the profound solitude - that does it for me.

Most sailing ships take what they call trainees, who pay to be part of the crew. The Picton Castle takes people who are absolutely raw recruits. But you can't just ride along. You're learning to steer the ship, navigation you're pulling lines, keeping a lookout in the galley you're cooking.

I sailboat raced, I love to go out on my motorcycle alone, but I also love my family dearly. I love that aspect of my life as well.

In the middle distance, sails were gliding like butterflies, and farther away, ships dotted the mouth of the bay between Awa and Sagami as if brushed in ink in a single flowing stroke.

If I wasn't acting, I would sail professionally. Nowhere specific, but I'd sail to Bermuda, South Africa, ya know, get paid to race in Regattas, I think that'd be pretty rad.

I'm a qualified yacht skipper, so I do a lot of sailing.

My family had a membership to the Riverside Yacht Club where my brother, Sandy, learned to sail, and I competed in local swim races. My sister, Marcia, became a competitive springboard diver, and my brother excelled in water polo.

I am not a yachting person, by nature, but I have just enough experience on the sea under sail to feel a certain nostalgia for it when I see a big white racing yacht heeled over at cruising speed on the ocean, and I can still tie a mean bowline knot on just about anything in less than 10 seconds.

I would love to be a grinder on some race yacht.

My father was a sea captain, so was his father, and his father before him, and all my uncles. My mother's people all followed the sea. I suppose that if I had been born a few years earlier, I would have had my own ship.

There are always moments when one feels empty and estranged. Such moments are most desirable, for it means the soul has cast its moorings and is sailing for distant places. This is detachment -- when the old is over and the new has not yet come. If you are afraid, the state may be distressing, but there is really nothing to be afraid of. Remember the instruction: Whatever you come across -- go beyond.

Al clarear el día del martes 20 de septiembre de 1519, se levan ruidosamente las anclas, ondean al viento las velas y truenan las bocas de fuego hacia la tierra que va desapareciendo. Ha comenzado el viaje de exploración más largo, la aventura más audaz que registra la historia de la humanidad.

The ship is always off course. Anybody who sails knows that. Sailing is being off course and correcting. That gives a sense of what life is about.

I think I was born to sail, and I mean that. So when I set off on my great sailing adventure, it was because I wanted to do it.

Thirty-six years later the Dutchman Abel Tasman was sent to look for the fabled South Land and managed to sail 2,000 miles along the underside of Australia without detecting that a substantial land mass lay just over the left-hand horizon.

Always on the boat there was an inner breeze of excitement, a happy gratitude for the water and its strong promising scents, the Nymph's proud sail set against the sliding panorama of facing continents and their ghostly empires, crusted one atop the other like gobs of paint on a giant canvas.