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Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
The sea is an idiom I cannot decipher.
A boat without port is free only until the storm breaks out!
You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.
I felt infuriatingly left out
a tugboat in drydock while she, glittery voyager of secure destination, steamed down the harbor with whistles whistling and confetti in the air.
Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.
For me, my craft is sailing on,Through mists to-day, clear seas anon.Whate'er the final harbor be'T is good to sail upon the sea!
O'er Ocean, with a thousand masts, sails forth the stripling bold-
One boat, hard rescued from the deep, draws into port the old!
Body found floating by the docks...
The sea is my business.
When you grow up on an island, what matters is how you stand to the sea.
A boat would seem to be an object whose one purpose is to travel, but its real purpose is not to travel but to reach harbour. We found ourselves on the high seas, with no idea of which port we should be aiming for.
Out of sight of land the sailor feels safe. It is the beach that worries him.
Inside I'm treading waters steady tryna swim ashore.
The pleased sea on a white-breasted shore
A shore that wears on her alluring brows Rare shells, far brought, the love-gifts of the sea, That blushed a tell-tale.
People who live on continents get into the habit of regarding the ocean as journey's end, the full stop at the end of the trek. For people who live on islands, the sea is always the beginning. It's the ferry to the mainland, the escape route from the boredom and narrowness of home.
Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.
At sea, I feel comfortable and I come to rest.
Islands in the streams, that is what we are.
Whether we're standing on the shores of the Pacific or the Atlantic, the water is the same. Love
Praise the sea, on shore remain.
To reach a port, we must sail - sail, not tie at anchor - sail, not drift.
Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat.
It's called a sea anchor,' [Evanlyn] explained. 'It'll stop us drifting too far.'
Alyss was impressed. 'And you said you were pig-ignorant when it came to boats.'
'I don't remember saying that,' Evanlyn replied with a frown.
Alyss shrugged. 'Oh? Well, it must have been me.
Instead of standing on the shore and proving to ourselves that the ocean cannot carry us, let us venture on its waters just to see.
My course is set for an uncharted sea.
Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
Let go of the oars ... Everything you want is downstream.
You're so adorable when you're nautical,
Nowhere else than upon the sea do the days, weeks, and months fall away quicker into the past. They seem to be left astern as easily as the light air-bubbles in the swirls of the ship's wake.
Always the edge of the sea remains an elusive and indefinable boundary. The shore has a dual nature, changing with the swing of the tides, belonging now to the land, now to the sea.
Life on the blue part of the globe for eight years had suited me - the wild open spaces, the bliss of buoyancy, the volatile, soul-powered wind. Sailing had struck a nerve both primal and poetic. On and near the ocean life made sense, It made every sense work.
When I'm not surfing or sailing, I am to be found at the harbour working on my boat.
The days of languorous shore leave are long gone. Overnight stays are unheard of and sailor towns a distant memory. In better ports, seafarers head for a seamen's mission.
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds
Along the pebbled shore of memory!
Many old rotten-timber'd boats there be
Upon thy vaporous bosom, magnified
To goodly vessels; many a sail of pride,
And golden keel'd, is left unlaunch'd and dry.
The strange thing about ships is despite them being crowded and stinky and at the mercy of Nature, most times they are like wooden islands of freedom, free from petty concerns and the laws of the land.
There, in the shimmering distance, was a sail. I stared in momentary disbelief, but there it was, one of the most beautiful sights the Pacific can ever offer - a ship in full sail edging her way through the blue waters.
When one is building a ship, one does not begin with gathering timber and cutting planks, but rather by arousing in people the yearning for the great wide sea.
Blissful Islands
It is the sea pursues a habit of shores.
Richard Parker found himself on a dinghy with three other men, floating over a thousand kilometres from the nearest land.
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.
Love the sea? I dote upon it
from the beach.
And though I have sailed my boat hard aground,
O, it was so grand to be sailing!
twenty miles of the sea. My
Outside is the joy of the drop. Inside is the joy of the ocean.
Spirits rise as the sails fill ...
Gone is the sea's glassy surface, and with it the terrible glare.
Close the hatches and ports!
We're sailing again!
I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.
You have sea, you have boat, you have oars, and then why on earth you are rotting in the port?
Being on sea saile, being on land settle.
[Being on sea, sail; being on land, settle.]
down. Below this the water was
To reach a port we must set sail
So we beat on, boats against the current.
The lights of many battleships drifting like water jewels upon the dark Hudson...
They Sailed Away In A Silver Cup Upon A Grassy Sea
If you want to discover new oceans, you must first have the courage to leave shore.
Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you, smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and always mute with an air of whispering, "Come and find out".
Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!
Sittin' here resting my bones, this loneliness won't leave me alone. Two thousand miles I roam, just to make this dock my home. I'm just gon' sit at the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away. Sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time.
Where are we?" Nick shouted.
"I don't know, you're the nautical one. I just piloted the boat out of the harbor."
"Pirated! You pirated it out of the harbor!"
"Semantics.
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
Soon part of me will explore the deep and dark
Floor of the harbour . I am everywhere,
I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move
With all that move me, under the water
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.
If you want to swim across the English Channel from England to France - you have to leave your doubt on the beach in England.
A ship is safe in the harbor, but that's not where ships belong.
The sea-shore is a sort of neutral ground, a most advantageous point from which to contemplate the world ... There is naked Nature, inhumanly sincere, wasting no thought on man, nibbling at the cliffy shore where gulls wheel amid the spray.
Wherever people go to find peace - that's what I find in the ocean.
Lillian's recurrent dream of a ship that could not reach the water, that sailed laboriously, pushed by her with great effort, through city streets, had determined her course toward the sea, as if she would give this ship, once and for all, its proper sea bed.
Wind to a sailor is what money is to life on shore.
There is water at the bottom of the ocean.
Up anchor! Up anchor!
Set sail and away!
The ventures of dreamland
Are thine for a day.
The sea
Severs not only lands but also selves.
Rivers spill mysteries into the ocean, and the ocean washes the answer to the shore.
At sea, sometimes, if you take a ship too far from land and the wind rises and the tide sucks with a venomous force and the waves splinter white above the shield-pegs, you have no choice but to go where the gods will.
For a sailor to sail around the world, the thought is just, sometimes, too much. Thus, one simply goes from port to port in the same direction.
Heart and mind at the bottom of the sea.
Set your sail to the big world, to the big ports but never forget your little world, your little port!
Until you lose sight of the shore, you'll never discover new oceans!
You haven't lived until you've sailed
One's ships come in over a calm sea.
Grace rides inside the waves.
It's all a sea, I swim out of its in the afternoons.
The happiest hour a sailor sees Is when he's down At an inland town, With his Nancy on his knees, yo ho! And his arm around her waist!
The ocean is a wilderness reaching round the globe, wilder than a Bengal jungle, and fuller of monsters, washing the very wharves of our cities and the gardens of our sea-side residences.
I have to find a boat. Somehow.
I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
the ocean is not blue.
Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.
And the sea moved her back down the shore.
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
A ship is a beauty and a mystery wherever we see it ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on.
The ocean exerts an inexorable pull over sea people wherever they are-in a bright-lit, inland city or the dead center of a desert-and when they feel the tug there is no choice but somehow to reach it and stand at its immense, earth-dissolving edge, straightaway calmed.
The oceans are full of surprises!
One day, I decided to be an island. I took off my clothes and walked into the sea, then floated there, bobbing along with the tide, suspended by my inflatable tube and water wings.
The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?
A man is never lost at sea and it is a long island. It
Who heeds the waste abyss of possibility? The ocean is everywhere the same, but it has no character until seen with the shore or the ship.