Quotes About Navigation

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship

I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship.

im not afraidof storms , for i am learning to sail my ship

I am not afraid of storms, for I'm still learning to sail my ship

Mark my trail...

Navigare necesse est. Vivere non est necesse.' I've

On the far side stretched the open Pacific and beyond, but the crow could not fly high enough to see its way home.

Take one thing with another, there are few places I know better than the heart of Africa. Set me down in Bechuanaland or the Cameroons and I will find my way home with less difficulty than I would from Rittenhouse Square or Boylston Street. My

The way to success is strategically along the way of least expectation and tactically along the line of least resistance.

already lowered, and in it were four oarsmen and a coxswain. The

The young sailor jumped into the skiff, and sat down in the stern sheets, with the order that he be put ashore at La Canebiere. The two oarsmen bent to their work, and the little boat glided away as rapidly as possible in the midst of the thousand vessels which choke up the narrow way which leads between the two rows of ships from the mouth of the harbor to the Quai d'Orleans.

To jaunte it was necessary (among other things) to know exactly where you were, and where you were going, or you had no hope of arriving alive anywhere.

A RED MAP ISN'T EASY TO FOLLOW. ANY DOCUMENT MADE of blood and bones is tricky. Wrong turns are easily made, and there are often piles of stones in the road. A person has to disregard time and sorrow and all the damage done.

The silver trout were so numerous that if every one had turned into a star, the river would have been shining with light; a man out on a skiff would then be able to find his way past Hamilton, all the way into Boston, guided by a shimmering band of water.

They say he "hit a square" while flying his small aircraft; a situation in which it is impossible to tell up from down or earth from sky and that he lost his way.

between Scylla and Charybdis

The HoneyLine is my web site and TV segments that were birthed out of the stark reality that we all need a few people to help navigate this life.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

The art of life is the art of avoiding pain; and he is the best pilot, who steers clearest of the rocks and shoals with which it is beset.

beacon in the roaring tides of darkness.

A sailor at war with the wind and the sea.

Right now there are thirty-one satellites zipping around the world with nothing better to do than help you find your way to the grocery store.

Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.

Sometimes a person has to go a very long distance out of his way to come back a short distance correctly.