Quotes About Sails

Lud-in-the-Mist had all the things that make an old town pleasant. It had an ancient Guild Hall, built of mellow golden bricks and covered with ivy and, when the sun shone on it, it looked like a rotten apricot; it had a harbour in which rode vessels with white and red tawny sails; it had flat brick houses - not the mere carapace of human beings, but ancient living creatures, renewing and modifying themselves with each generation under their changeless antique roofs.

And when you're talking about an atmosphere, oceans are very small. And it blows over and it sails over.

I am not nostalgic. Belonging does not interest me. I had once thought that it did. Until I examined the underpinnings. One is mislead when one looks at the sails and majesty of tall ships instead of their cargo.

people were once again becoming alarmed at the sight of viking sails.

The combination of fast-moving ships with sails may have been the crucial development

WHEN daylight came to the forecabin, and percolated dimly through the sails covering the holes in the deck on to the dank jumble that lay higgledy-piggledy throughout the ship, we set about breakfast.

We are all matelots of perception – our sails adjusted consequently.

I am choking in the suffocating foul air of the harbor. I want to hoist my sails in the open sea, even though a tempest may be blowing. Furled sails are always dirty. Those who would deride me are so many furled sails. They can do nothing.