Quotes About Oars

These smaller whaleboats are not powered by sails when they are on the close hunt, but by oars, which the men ply with rippling swiftness, as if they are the wind over choppy water.

All in the golden afternoonFull leisurely we glide,For both our oars with little skillBy little arms are pliedWhile little hands make vain pretenseOur wanderings to guide.

The river, tonally, does not recede, presenting the same lifeless grey near and far, a depthless plane upon which Schmitt's dragging oars inscribe parallel lines and Eakins' oars, rising and falling, leave methodically spaced patches of disturbed water. The canvas is haunting - en evocation of the democracy's idyllic, isolating spaciousness, present even in the midst of a great Eastern city.

Few experiences can match the heady pleasure of trailing one's hand gently through the cool smoothness of water, of feeling the surging movement, the gentle increase of pressure and caress between the fingers with each pull of the oars.

Of oaks from Bashan they made your oars; of wood from the coasts of Cyprus they made your deck, inlaid with ivory.

All who handle the oars will abandon their ships. The sailors and all the captains of the sea will stand on the shore.