quote by Saunders

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

— Saunders

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We must row in whatever boat we find ourselves in.

Row boats quote If there is no wind, row.
If there is no wind, row.

There are always a lot of people so afraid of rocking the boat that they stop rowing. We can never get ahead that way.

Row boats quote Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.
Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Rowing harder doesn't help if the boat is headed in the wrong direction.

Prayer and praise are the oars by which a man may row his boat into the deep waters of the knowledge of Christ.

Row boats quote The man who rows the boat seldom has time to rock it.
The man who rows the boat seldom has time to rock it.

It's easier in some ways being on the life raft and the other guy's in the boat and you can row alongside and be supportive. In some ways, that's an easier role.

Only those who row the boat make waves

Most people are rowing against the current of life.

Instead of turning the boat around, all they need to do is let go of the oars.

Row boats quote Success in a start up is being around tomorrow, a lot of days in a row.
Success in a start up is being around tomorrow, a lot of days in a row.

Sadly enough, my young friends, it is a characteristic of our age that if people want any gods at all, they want them to be gods who do not demand much, comfortable gods, smooth gods who not only don't rock the boat but don't even row it, gods who pat us on the head, make us giggle, then tell us to run along and pick marigolds.

Little boats should keep near shore

Nodding the head does not row the boat.

A marriage is like a long trip in a tiny row boat: if one passenger starts to rock the boat, the other has to steady it, otherwise, they will go to the bottom together.

I jumped in the river, what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me A moon full of stars and astral cars And all the figures I used to see All my lovers were there with me All my past and futures And we all went to heaven in a little row boat There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.

Hundreds of feet above us, cars whisked by, oblivious to our drama.

Up there were the shortcuts, the excuses, the world of infinite possibilities separating man and his potential. We had four miles and the best competition in the nation. We linked hands in the boat and committed ourselves to each other.

A rower knows the underlying presence that moves a boat;

it is quite simply force and energy. The force needs to be penetrating, and the energy needs to be driving and uninhibited.

Anyone who has not rowed in a really close Boat Race cannot comprehend the level of the pain.

Stand-up is like a row boat: it's fun and romantic when you're choosing to do it. But if you have no other choice than to be in a row boat it's not as enjoyable; that's survival.

The slow boat-I know it's the slow boat because I've been watching them for thirty-three weeks-won the first piece by a full length. Then the fast boat won the second piece. And so it went for the next four pieces, back and forth. Conclusion: I hate seat racing.

Race for the pschological advantage. Sit up tall, pull in high, stay within the margins of power, and they will inevitably look over at some point to see what kind of God is blasting your boat forward.

Row, row, row your boat. Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without doubt,I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.

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).

Marriage is like a row boat: it fits two, it doesn't work on auto-pilot and it's very difficult to have sex in.

...Drifting downstream in a row boat doesn't count against your life span.

Russia has named Vladimir Putin its man of the year for the 15th year in a row.

Putin got 143 million votes and the guy he was up against got killed in a mysterious boating accident. The boat was in a warehouse.

[London is] like the sight of a heavy sea from a rowing boat in the middle of the Atlantic.... One lives in it, afloat but half submerged in a heavy flood of brick, stone, asphalt, slate, steel, glass, concrete, and tarmac, seeing nothing fixable beyond a few score white spires that splash up like spits of foam above the next glum wave of dirty buildings.

When eight row together with swing the boat becomes the ninth rower.

The hardest part of rowing properly: Eyes and Minds in The Boat!

Let the boat work - and not me!

What mattered more than how hard a man rowed was how well everything he did in the boat harmonized with what the other fellows were doing. And a man couldn’t harmonize with his crewmates unless he opened his heart to them. He had to care about his crew.

To follow the drops sliding from a lifting oar, Head up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward.

Rigging is like Zen meditation. You must bend over the boat until your back is breaking, until your brain is filled with numbers and fractions of numbers, until you can accurately measure an oarlock's pitch without bothering to use the pitch meter. Only then will you see the way of eternal rigging happiness.

Unless you've also had some experience dragging around a boat trailer, [topping off the gas tank] may not sound important. But trailer driver's know: a gas stop can be a traumatic experience. You need enough clearance on every possible side. You can't cut the turn too sharp or you'll clip the gas pump. Getting back on the freeway can be as challenging as sending a man to the moon.

[He] would drive his sculling boat through mile after mile, in a silent brutal programe of conditioning - he would work all alone, at first light, punishing himself without mercy. His was the private dignity of the lone athlete, with a grim purpose, fighting a solitary war with himself, toward a goal only he can see.