I wanted freedom, open air and adventure. I found it on the sea.— Alain Gerbault
Fascinating Sailors And The Sea quotations
Entire water of the sea can't sink a ship, unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly negativity of the world can't put you down unless you allow it to get inside you !
All things on earth point home in old October;
sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.
We all carry these things inside that no one can see. They hold us down like anchors and they drown us out at sea.
Any damn fool can navigate the world sober. It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk.
And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love - of love, eternal and illimitable, not bounded by the confines of this world, or by the end of time, but ranging still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away!
Out of sight of land the sailor feels safe. It is the beach that worries him.
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
Sailors, with their built in sense of order, service and discipline, should really be running the world.
There is but a plank between a sailor and eternity.
I don't know who named them swells. There's nothing swell about them. They should have named them awfuls.
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears or the sea.
Bad cooking is responsible for more trouble at sea than all other things put together.
The sea hath no king but God alone.
I believe in living, I believe in birth, I believe in the sweat of love and in the fire of truth and I believe that a lost ship, steered by tired, sea sick sailors, can still be guided home to port
The cure for everything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.
At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided.
It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.
We are like sailors who have to rebuild their ship on the open sea, without ever being able to dismantle it in dry-dock and reconstruct it from the best components.
You cant cross the sea simply by staring at the water
And then, the unspeakable purity - and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling, as if wild with glee.
Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.
Let America add Mexico to Texas, and pile Cuba upon Canada;
let the English overswarm all India, and hang out their blazing banner from the sun; two thirds of this terraqueous globe are the Nantucketer's. For the sea is his; he owns it.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm is terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
There is a witchery in the sea, its songs and stories, and in the mere sight of a ship, and the sailor's dress, especially to a young mind, which has done more to man navies, and fill merchantmen, than all the pressgangs of Europe.
There is no more thrilling sensation I know of than sailing.
It comes as near to flying as man has got to yet - except in dreams.
Psycho-babble is that language spoken by sailors who have become so interested in navigating their way around their boat that they have forgotten to read the stars and sea. They may be able to get from the galley to the head but will be lost in their journey from point to port.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
There is indeed, perhaps, no better way to hold communion with the sea than sitting in the sun on the veranda of a fishermen's café
So there'll be no guiding light for you and me We are not sailors lost out on the sea We were always headed toward eternity Hoping for a glimpse of Galilee
I'm fond of anything that comes from the sea, and that includes sailors.
Live in the sunshine. Swim the sea. Drink the wild air.
Here he lies where he longed to be;Home is the sailor, home from sea,and the hunter home from the hill.
The Hawaiian Islands were discovered by hardy Polynesian sailors, who crossed thousands of miles of open ocean in primitive canoes, braving violent storm-tossed seas for months at a time. My family and I arrived by modern commercial aviation, which was infinitely worse.
He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath, boiling and eddying up, on every side. There was another vessel before them, toiling and labouring in the howling storm: her canvas fluttering in ribbons from the mast.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
A man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company
It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.
Time and tide will wait for no man, saith the adage. But all men have to wait for time and tide.
A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor
I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.
Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die, And I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be: Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
It thrilled through him when he first felt the keel answer to his hand on the spokes and slide over the long hollows as the foresail scythed back and forth against the blue sky.
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning.
I've always wanted to sail around the world in a handmade boat.
And I built a boat. I had a boat built for me, I mean, and my second day out to sea I realized that (a) I'm not a sailor, and (b) I have no knowledge of basic navigation.