Quotes About Navigation

Even if he's quite mad north-northwest. At least the wind is usually southerly.

Dans cette vie qui vous apparaît quelquefois comme un grand terrain vague sans poteau indicateur, au milieu de toutes les lignes de fuite et les horizons perdus, on aimerait trouver des points de repère, dresser une sorte de cadastre pour n'avoir plus l'impression de naviguer au hasard. Alors, on tisse des liens, on essaye de rendre plus stables des rencontres hasardeuses.

In this life that sometimes seems to be a vast, ill-defined landscape without signposts, amid all of the vanishing lines and the lost horizons, we hope to find reference points, to draw up some sort of land registry so as to shake the impression that we are navigating by chance. So we forge ties, we try to find stability in chance encounters.

Did I ever mention I used to be a delivery driver too? I was. I can read a map. What's more, using a brilliant mixture of zen navigation, Aristotelian logic, and pure rage I can get you your package and/or delicious sandwich relatively close to on-time.

No podías nadar contra la corriente ni cambiar la dirección del viento. ¿Y si había tormenta? Pues tenías que atrancar las escotillas y achicar, y no soltar las jarcias.

It's not a path, but it helps choose a path. It's the simplest way, but it is not easy to see. Honestly, you people sound like drunk cartographers.

The compass was old and rusted but it still worked, connecting the earth and stars. It told me where I was standing and which way was west but not where I was going and nothing of my worth.

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost.

Byrne told me that you can´t fix your exact position on the earth without referring to some point in the sky.

Listing hard to the right like a drunken seaman with an inner ear infection.

one's self-worth comes from how one chooses to navigate that space.

You've never been lost until you've been lost at Mach 3.

The amount of footprints underneath indicates how far they are too, and the closer you get to the Pokémon, the number of footprints will go down.

My fiction-writing career owes it start to the bad navigation of an 18th century pirate. For it was

Too thick to drink," as the boatmen used to say about the water of the Mississippi River, "too thin to walk on.

Oceans, emotions, ships, ships, and other relationships, keep us going through the fog and wandering mist. What is it that I missed?

We had found nothing, and had been lost several times already in one morning, so this was shaping up into a top travel experience.

Cuando don Marinero Bisoño sale de Miami rumbo a las Bahamas, a lo mejor con un atlas como carta de navegación -y le aseguro que algunos de esos idiotas lo hacen-, se convierte en un accidente en busca de un lugar donde ocurrir.

The answer to illusion and misjudgment is to replace subjective experience as the basis for decisions with a set of objective gauges outside ourselves, so that our judgment squares with the real world around us. When we have reliable reference points, like cockpit instruments, and make a habit of checking them, we can make good decisions about where to focus our efforts, recognize when we've lost our bearings, and find our way back again.

Trying to predict the future is like trying to drive down a country road at night with no lights while looking out the back window.

Now he was sitting in the bridge, about to embark on the voyage that would put him on the same list as Columbus

Laser radar guided the starship

To reach Greenland, turn left at the middle of Norway, keep so far north of Shetland that you can only see it if the visibility is very good, and far enough south of the Faroes that the sea appears half way up the mountain slopes. As for Iceland, stay so far to the south that you only see its flocks of birds and whales. So, ROUGHLY PARAPHRASED, run the navigational directions in an Icelandic manual of the Middle Ages

One weird thing: the GPS still works. The satellites, the military or whoever put them up there to spin around us and tell us where we are, they still send their signals, triangulate my position, the little Garmin mounted on the yoke still flashes a terrain warning if it thinks I am getting too close to high ground.