Quotes About Sail

There are only two options for a ship: Either to sail to the sea and fight with the waves or rot in a port! The same is valid for the man!

One day, Ryan thought bitterly as he watched the inbound steamer come lumbering up the Clyde as if it had declared war upon the ocean — one day the sky would be black with smoke and the sea just a constant din of engines. Gone forever would be the pavane of man, sail and wind, the elegant, pagan dance of wood and water, sweat and sinew. That day, Ryan would mourn.

Come sail with me and you will see nothing can hold you down!

There are stranger seas, you see, than the seven on which we sail. There are greater oceans than the five we have named. There are seas of infinity and oceans of eternity, and their salt is the bitterest brine that creation can contain. The dreams you know are but phantoms . . . ghosts with no more substance than rhyme or reason . . . but there are dreams of the flesh, Mr. Holmes. I have done nothing of which I need to be ashamed, and yet . . . I cannot help but dream.

A solitary sail that risesWhite in the blue mist on the foam—What is it in far lands it prizes?What does it leave behind at home?

And the tale of the Flying Dutchman is thought to be the story of a yellow-fever-infected ship repeatedly denied port until all on board perished of the fever, and the ship was forced to sail endlessly, manned by a ghost crew, delivering detriment to other seafaring vessels.

Where Passion Stands Singing Into the Breathless Wind Dreams and Hope Sail with Her Upon the Sighs of Morning, Waking from their Languid Sleep To Become Reality. Sing, then, O Sweet Passion, And Rouse these Dreams with Songs That spill from Depths Within the Soul, Transforming All that Will Yet Be Into Matchless Beauteous Intrepidity

If they didn't sail soon, the invasion would have to be postponed, perhaps until the following year.

One of them was a three-decker,

The wind was coming mostly from the south. Villeneuve gave the order to sail at 6 a.m.

Everything else on deck vanished as well, the Fougueux's rigging, her upper works, everything.

Neptune, take in your stun'sls and drop astern; I shall break the line myself.

Her foremast was riddled and her foresail collapsed in tatters across the fo'c'sle.

But the French still thought in terms of wooden ships and sail, as did the English across the Channel.

I was born to sail away, into a land of forever, not to be tied to an old stone grave, in your land of never.

How could she be sorry about losing her virginity in a romance-novel way on a sunset sail?

Of embroidered fine linen from Egypt they made your sail, which served as your banner. Of blue and purple from the coasts of Elishah they made your awning.