Quotes About Sailing

Bosun!" "Aye, skipper?" "Reinforce the mainmast, hang out all the laundry, and warn the witchmen! Let's make the old bitch fly!

November is not a good time to be sailing on Lake Michigan, Harry." "The aftermath of a nuclear holocaust isn't a good time to be sailing there, either.

the sails would fill, and the ship might

Not to have control over the senses is like sailing in a rudderless ship, bound to break to pieces on coming in contact with the very first rock.

Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath.

They hadna sail'd a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift11 grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly12 grew the sea.

Yes," he said. "But what is the character of the regime? And what are the mistakes which we were saying it contains?" "First," I said, "the very thing that defines the regime is one. Reflect: if a man were to choose pilots of ships in that way—on the basis of property assessments—and wouldn't entrust one to a poor man, even if he were a more skilled pilot—" "They would make a poor sailing," he said.

Here was leisure measured in days, in weeks; here, in these expensive and lovingly crafted boats, was leisure measured in month-long sailing excursions up and down the coast, so much leisure that it made Lem break into a sweat, made him want to scream.

we might as well be afloat as earthbound, the heave and fall beneath me the rise of planking, and the sound of the pines the wind in our sails.

I also learn about real and apparent wind, ... What counts in sailing is the apparent wind.

ferry was sailing toward it, dipping up and down on the rolling waves. "Is that Rainspell Island?" she asked.

She flipped through the pages, noting the meaning of each flag even as another gun poked out of the warship's sides . . . and another. And closed the book with a furious snap. "What's he saying, Captain? What's he saying?" She stared at the big ship, the colorful array of flags waving in the wind. "He says," she muttered, on a dark little laugh, "that if I so much as even think of sailing off, he'll blow us out of the water.

Veneeni on kevyt ja nopea

What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark.

Although my law practice pays my hotel bill, I consider it no more my career than a hundred other things: sailing, drinking, walking the streets, writing my 'Inquirey', starting at walls hunting ducks and 'coons,reading, playing politics, and whatnot. I'm interested in any number of things, and enthusiastic about nothing.

I've spent so much time pushing the boat out that I forgot to jump on and now it's out beyond the harbour on the high seas, but it's very nice to look at.

How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!

I didn't really want to write something about my life story. I've kind of had a pretty smooth-sailing journey.

I wish I had learned to sail sooner in ministry rather than rowing so hard." I immediately thought of the way I have rowed so hard against the wind rather than hoisting a sail and yielding the boat of my life to the wind of God's Spirit—blowing my life wherever He wanted.

Here come the colours of Madeleine, thought Jack, and the colours went right through his bloodstream now, sailing on tiny boats — spinnakers fixed with little toothpicks.

The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.

The ship's boards were still sticky with new resin. We leaned over the railing to wave our last farewell, the sun-warm wood pressed against our bellies. The sailors heaved up the anchor, square and chalky with barnacles, and loosened the sails. Then they took their seats at the oars that fringed the boat like eyelashes, waiting for the count. The drums began to beat, and the oars lifted and fell, taking us to Troy.

All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came.

And then he could bring up the sail and let the prevailing winds carry him back to shore, thus making a living entirely on his own, almost without ever having to see or speak to another human ever in his life, which I am convinced is the secret dream of every person in Maine.