45+ Valuable Boats And Sailing Quotes That Will Unlock Your True Potential

You do not ask a tame seagull why it needs to disappear from time to time toward the open sea. It goes, that's all.

later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

I keep sailing on in this middle passage.

I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.

Land was created to provide a place for boats to visit.

Any damn fool can navigate the world sober. It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk.

The ocean has always been a salve to my soul.

The breeze of grace is always blowing on you.

You have to open the sails and your boat will move forward.

There is nothing like lying flat on your back on the deck, alone except for the helmsman aft at the wheel, silence except for the lapping of the sea against the side of the ship. At that time you can be equal to Ulysses and brother to him.

My real log is written in the sea and sky;

the sails talking with the rain and the stars amid the sounds of the sea, the silences full of secret things between my boat and me, like the times I spent as a child listening to the forest talk.

I hate storms, but calms undermine my spirits.

To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest.

Whenever your preparations for the sea are poor; the sea worms its way in and finds the problems.

A small craft in an ocean is, or should be, a benevolent dictatorship.

Out of sight of land the sailor feels safe. It is the beach that worries him.

It's out there at sea that you are really yourself.

The goal is not to sail the boat, but rather to help the boat sail herself.

The only way to get a good crew is to marry one.

Sailors, with their built in sense of order, service and discipline, should really be running the world.

Bad cooking is responsible for more trouble at sea than all other things put together.

I don't know who named them swells. There's nothing swell about them. They should have named them awfuls.

Being hove to in a long gale is the most boring way of being terrified I know.

The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin and yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least effective.

The sea is the same as it has been since before men ever went on it in boats.

To reach a port we must set sail

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

Best not to look back. Best to believe there will be happily ever afters all the way around - and so there may be; who is to say there will not be such endings? Not all boats which sail away into darkness never find the sun again, or the hand of another child; if life teaches anything at all, it teachers that there are so many happy endings that the man who believes there is no God needs his rationality called into serious question.

Fortunately the boat we rented had a motor in it You will definitely want this feature on your sailboat too, because if you put up the sails, the boat tips way over, and you could spill your beer.

There is nothing as relaxing as being out on the open sea, listening to the waves and the wind and the sails and voices downstairs yelling "HOW DO YOU FLUSH THESE TOILETS?"

I shared this insight with some other boat owners, and they all agreed that, definitely, putting your boar into the water is asking for trouble. Most of them have had their boats sitting in their driveways long enough to be registered historical landmarks.

Here in Miami, on weekends, amusement-seekers will come to the marina, set up folding chairs, and spend a highly entertaining day watching boat owners perform comical maneuvers such as forgetting to set their parking brakes and having their cars roll down the ramp and disappear, burbling gaily, below the surface.

Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.

I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.

If you want to build a boat, do not instruct the men to saw wood, stitch the sails, prepare the tools and organize the work, but make them long for setting sail and travel to distant lands.

I am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple.

Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide as a snowfall, heavy as huge falling Zeppelins, her damp thighs are settling on the sharp roofs and wooden balconies. Weather-vanes press the shape of roosters and sail-boats into the skin. The faces of famous statues are preserved like intaglios.

Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

What is realisation? Realisation is my conscious and constant sailing with my Inner Pilot in His Golden Boat towards the uncharted land, where sooner than at once beauty, divinity and Immortality seeds grow into the richest harvest.

Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave - The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat - It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat

In Western Australia they don't even know how to make that vital piece of sailboating equipment, the gin and tonic.

If the wind is blowing like stink and everything is working right, a twelve-meter sailboat can go eleven and a half or twelve miles an hour, the same speed at which a bond lawyer runs around the Cental Park Reservoir.

This is the most elaborate and luxurious method of convincing others that you can cook. Take everybody out on your yacht until they're green in the face. Then you can rave for weeks about your sauce marinara and no one will gainsay you.

Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.

In order to read one must sit down, usually indoors.

I am restless and would rather sail a boat than crack a book. I've never had a very lively literary curiosity, and it has sometimes seemed to me that I am not really a literary fellow at all. Except that I write for a living.

If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.