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For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.
The sea calls us home
Inshore, across the pellucid jade-green waters of the bay, gently ruffled by the north-easterly breeze that was sweetly tempering the torrid heat of the sun, rose the ramage of masts and spars of the shipping riding there at anchor.
He's asleep in the harbor, disguised as dog shit.
A ship is safe in the harbour, but thats not what ships are built for.
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
Boats in the harbor are safe but that is not what they are meant for.
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
Load the ship and set out. No one knows for certain whether the vessel will sink or reach the harbor. Cautious people say, 'I'll do nothing until I can be sure.' Merchants know better. If you do nothing, you lose. Don't be one of those merchants who wont risk the ocean.
ship needs a big sea.
Northern San Diego. The white stucco walls rose, interrupted by huge windows. The whole structure nearly floated off the pavement, sleek, modern, and somehow light, almost delicate. The salt-spiced wind blowing from the coast less than a mile away only strengthened the illusion. He'd
The frozen ocean ... of Boston life.
You've been away from home too long if you can get lost on the way from the harbor to the palace.
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
Game recognize game in The Bay mane.
New York, forever the port of em- and de-barkation en route to Adventure.
French steamer, and she called in every blamed port they have out there, for, as far as I could see, the sole purpose of landing soldiers and custom-house officers. I watched the coast. Watching a coast
Well the seaport, all seaports in Britain whether it's Glasgow or Newcastle or ... or Liverpool, any of the seaports, I've got this kind of knock about, beggar and the Lord will provide feeling about it.
Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.
A ship in the harbor is safe, but that's not what ships are built for. ~ John Augustus Shedd
Instead of decaying in a safe harbour, sail to the unsafe oceans!
A boat without port is free only until the storm breaks out!
Sailors are like my overies due North
In this difficult era the most valuable commodity is the unfailing turn of the hours and how they retrieve for us the known harbor of yesterday.
Which direction?" Robard asked.
"Robard," I said exasperated, "we need a boat. I believe boats are kept at or near the ocean.
The sea is my business.
If a man knows not what harbor he seeks, any wind is the right wind.
Every ship needs a port because unlike ships waves never get tired!
I came to Harbor House when I was a boy. I was looking for the Court of Owls. That time I found nothing. Not tonight.
From the sea, to the sea.
away from the ocean, heading toward the
As far as I am concerned I wish to be out on the high seas. I wish to take my chances with wind, and wave, and star. And I had rather go down in the glory and grandeur of the storm, than rot in any orthodox harbor.
that were to drive us to the port to
The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of land between the harbor and the open sea. It had lasted through three hurricanes and it was built solid as a ship.
Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!
When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind.
Philadelphia's Schuylkill River has long been the mother of waters for mid-Atlantic rowers, just as the Charles, which separates Boston from Cambridge, is for New England boaters.
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.
O'er Ocean, with a thousand masts, sails forth the stripling bold-
One boat, hard rescued from the deep, draws into port the old!
Our Great Lakes, harbors, ports, and rivers provide not only vital resources for us to live, but an entire maritime way of life for so many people. The least we can do is protect it, and the way of life it provides for so many.
Nearby, Lady Liberty hoists her torch in the harbor, a beacon to all who come to these shores to escape persecution or famine or hopelessness. For this is the land of dreams. The
To reach a port, we must sail - sail, not tie at anchor - sail, not drift.
The army of the sea shall stand before the city, then shall go away for a passage that shall not be very long, as a great prey of citizens shall be holding the ground. The fleet returns. The great emblem recovered.
This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And down the wet steps by gorse stumps and rusty heather to the high water mark and diving pool. Where the seaweeds rise and fall at night in Balscaddoon Bay.
Bellport. A podium.
Unfathomable mind: now beacon, now sea.
It's a small town, it has only a few docks ... now they are in a trap.
After the Second World War, San Francisco was the main point of re-entry for sailors returning from the Pacific. Out at sea, many of these sailors had picked up amatory habits that were frowned upon back on dry land. So these sailors stayed in San Francisco ...
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.
A sailor at war with the wind and the sea.
A cluster of ships rocked and tugged at anchor in the bay, sheltered somewhat by a reef.
Next morning at first light to Guy's surprise the troopship at last emerged from the haze of myth and was seen to be solidly at anchor beyond the mouth of the harbor.
Solitude is not a port to drop anchor, but only a port to rest for a while!
station on Cape Cod looks close to where you are. It's in a place called Wellfleet.
A very sea of thought; neither calm nor clear, if you will, yet wherein the toughest pearl-diver may dive to his utmost depth, and return not only with sea-wreck but with true orients.
All deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea
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.
Waterfront little shanties like this one had
Here in this ocean, in the midst of all this water, with the red flags on those distant buoys flapping in the sea breeze, I find myself unable to treat our house in Tokyo as anything but a dream.
The docks went to the heart of her life.
To reach a port we must set sail
Believe that a further shore is reachable from here.
Reader, it is time for your tempest-tossed vessel to come to port. What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library? Certainly there is one in the city from which you set out and to which you have returned after circling the world from book to book.
thing, "Typhoon and the Tor Bay" it was called,
Up till now, they are only on dock No. 10, not in Umm Qasr, not in the city
Coasted up the Adriatic, its shores swimming in an atmosphere of amber, rose, and aquamarine; we lay in wide land-locked harbours, we roamed through ancient and noble cities,
I grew up sailing in the North Sea.
The Graveyard of the Atlantic exhibit reflects the aquarium's proximity to the state's Outer Banks, where thousands of ships have run aground over the centuries. Divers in the exhibit carry on a conversation with visitors outside the tank.
Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
I grew up in Newquay, on the Atlantic coast and there developed a love of the sea and boats.
I'll be glad to get out on the water again, and gladder still to see Divvytown. I knew it was my home port that first time I saw it.'
'The pirate town? Sa save us all. Does someone wait for you, dearie?' Ophelia asked.
Jek laughed aloud. 'They all wait for me. They just don't know it yet.
If you don't know what port you are sailing to, no wind is favourable.
When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.
I am Providence.
Sailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.
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.
Who was the first person to walk into a harbor and say, "Whatever that horrible smell is I want to eat it"
Go out looking for the end of a rainbow and there might only be a Port-A-Let.
no ordinary island, and
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
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.
White villas glittered against the olive woods! What quiet harbours, thronged with gallant shipping bound for purple islands of wine and spice, islands set low in languorous waters!
I'd like to see the bay cleaned up before I die.
Grant me the stormy seas over a life of ease, the toil and madness of a life of effort, and adventure , and meaning. The safe harbor is not for me, not for long. Let the fearful stand at the shore and point as we head into the unknown, toward that vast horizon where the bold become legend.
little white house near the foot of the lighthouse with a little path between. The two buildings stood on a rocky point of land, almost in the water.
There is no safer feeling than the comfort of sheltering from life's storms in the harbor of friendship.
The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.
Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.
In every man's heart there is anchored a little schooner.
Our marine terminals are invaluable commerce infrastructure, not only to our country but also for the many foreign manufacturers who sell primarily in the U.S. market.
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
Estuaries are coastal bays, harbors, sounds and lagoons, places where rivers meet the sea.
She smiled a smile to bring a thousand ships to harbor.
I'm looking at a place on the coast, ... I was born next to the ocean and I'd like to live next to the ocean.
The United States is a safe harbor.
Seek opportunity, not security. A boat in the harbor is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out.
The Pacific no longer represents menacing avenues of approach for a prospective invader. It assumes, instead, the friendly aspect of a peaceful lake. Our line of defense is a natural one and can be maintained with a minimum of military effort and expense.
One's ships come in over a calm sea.