God made man to go by motives, and he will not go without them, any more than a boat without steam or a balloon without gas.
The most foolish kind of a book is a kind of leaky boat on the sea of wisdom;
some of the wisdom will get in anyhow.
The person who goes farthest is generally the one who is willing to do and dare.
The sure-thing boat never gets far from shore.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
A reformer is a guy who rides through the sewer in a glass bottom boat.
O God, thy sea is so great, and my boat is so small.
I want [my daughter] to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind.
No one will do for you what you need to do for yourself.
We cannot afford to be separate. We have to see that all of us are in the same boat.
I would like a man now who is rich, and who can give me a boat - a sailboat.
I want to own it and let him pay for it. My first love is the sea and water, not music. Music is second.
As they say on my own Cape Cod, a rising tide lifts all the boats.
And a partnership, by definition, serves both partners, without domination or unfair advantage. Together we have been partners in adversitylet us also be partners in prosperity.
Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.
Believe me my young friend; there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
'I will have no man in my boat,' said Starbuck, 'who is not afraid of a whale.
' By this, he seemed to mean not only that the most reliable and useful courage was that which arises from the fair estimation of the encountered peril, but that an utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward.
Three miles long and two streets wide, the town curls around the bay .
.. a gaudy run with Mediterranean splashes of color, crowded steep-pitched roofs, fishing piers and fishing boats whose stench of mackerel and gasoline is as aphrodisiac to the sensuous nose as the clean bar-whisky smell of a nightclub where call girls congregate.
It is not good to have an oar in everyone's boat.
I'm not a combative person. My long experience has taught me to resolve conflict by raising the issues before I or others burn their boats.
Coal is a portable climate. It carries the heat of the tropics to Labrador and the polar circle; and it is the means of transporting itself whithersoever it is wanted. Watt and Stephenson whispered in the ear of mankind their secret, that a half-ounce of coal will draw two tons a mile, and coal carries coal, by rail and by boat, to make Canada as warm as Calcutta, and with its comfort brings its industrial power.
It all changed when I realized I'm not the only one on the planet who's scared.
Everyone else is, too. I started asking people, Are you scared, too? You bet your sweet life I am. Aha, so that's the way it is for you, too. We were all in the same boat. That's probably what is so effective at our workshops. When I ask, Who else feels like this? the whole room of hands goes up. People realize they are not the only one who feels that way.
Such is the human race. Often it does seem such a pity that Noah and his party did not miss the boat.
The love boat has crashed against the everyday.
The kind of power mothers have is enormous.
Take the skyline of Istanbul -- enormous breasts, pathetic little willies, a final revenge on Islam. I was so scared I had to crouch in the bottom of the boat when I saw it.
It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year;
The boats are on the sea and the crews are on the pier.The needle of the vane, it is veering to and fro,A flash of sun is on the veering of the vane.Autumn leaves and rain,The passion of the gale.
A lot of people go through life like they are rowing a boat.
They look at where they have been (the PAST) rather than where they are going (the FUTURE).
Please God, said the embryo, I think that You made me in the shape which I now have for reasons best known to Yourselves, and that it would be rude to change. If I am to have my choice I will stay as I am. I will not alter any of the parts which You have made for me, for other and doubtless inferior tools, and I will stay a defenceless embryo all my life, doing my best to make myself a few feeble implements out of the wood, iron, and other materials which You have seen fit to put before me. If I want a boat I will try to construct it out of trees, and if I want to fly, I will put together a chariot to do it for me.
It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.
But although we have noticed the ark as being the first ship, we cannot with propriety place it in the front of the history of navigation. After the flood the ark seems to have been soon forgotten, or at least imperfectly remembered, and men reverted to their little canoes and clumsy boats, which sufficed for all their limited wants. It was not until about a thousand years later in the world