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Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.
Sailing is a big outlet for me.
To reach a port, we must sail - sail, not tie at anchor - sail, not drift.
I would describe the size and style of our vessel, but I don't know anything about sailing, so I'm trusting you to picture a boat.
I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
Even if it is made up of gold, the sailing boat can go nowhere without the humble wind!
Sailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.
He enters the port with a full sail.
To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.
Lo, the unbounded sea, On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moonsails. The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately - below emulous waves press forward, They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam. I
Many a voyager has been lost here, poleboats and pirates and great river galleys too. They wander forlorn through the mists, searching for a sun they cannot find until madness or hunger claim their lives. There are restless spirits in the air here and tormented souls below the water.
Life changes so quickly and like a sailboat you either wait for whatever cross wind comes your way to move you on your journey or you can actually decide where you want to go and use the ship's engine to stay on course.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Raft of the Medusa.
Like mighty eagle soaring light. O'er antelopes on Alpine height. The anchor heaves, the ship swings free, The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!
We want a ship in these billows we inhabit.
When ships to sail the void between the stars have been built, there will step forth men to sail these ships.
You don't become a real sailor until you sail in a storm.
There is poetry of sailing as old as the world,
The effect of sailing is produced by a judicious arrangement of the sails to the direction of the wind.
And though I have sailed my boat hard aground,
O, it was so grand to be sailing!
Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.
Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
No ship can out sail death
Young sailors once stood under a square sail, gazing wonderingly across the water to where a strange shore rose about the sea - a New World.
When a crew and a captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale, and more than a gale, to put their ship ashore.
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.
And if that is the Foremast, what do you think that sail might be called, Mr. Wheeler?"
"The Foresail?"
"Very good, Mr. Wheeler, and the next one up would be called ... "
... "The Next Sail, Sir?"
"Alas, no, Mr. Wheeler.
triremes with a half deck for carrying full sail and more sailors
I'm Lily Ivory, and this is my friend Sailor."
"You sail?"
"No. It's my name, not my avocation.
Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye.
Ships are but boards, sailors but men.
Life is a sail boat ride. Wind, the destiny. But dammit, you are the sailor!
The great pilot can sail even when his canvass is rent.
In the middle distance, sails were gliding like butterflies, and farther away, ships dotted the mouth of the bay between Awa and Sagami as if brushed in ink in a single flowing stroke.
She's a sailboat and I'm an anchor, pulling us both down.
I have to find a boat. Somehow.
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 open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game.
When the storm brews and the waves swell, only an experienced captain can control the ship and save it.
O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any - all that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me.
The most important thing is sailing toward shore.
The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?
Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.
Sailors are like my overies due North
Life is a voyage across troubled waters where our days are often spent clinging to the top of the highest mast, scouting for a comforting glimpse of shore.
Weary of myself, and sick of asking
What I am, and what I ought to be,
At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me
Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.
Set your sail to the big world, to the big ports but never forget your little world, your little port!
Sailing is just the bottom line, like adding up the score in bridge. My real interest is in the tremendous game of life.
You have to be careful on the deck, because of the "hatches," which are holes placed around a sailboat at random to increase the insurance rates.
All right boys, let's sail away! Show those bastards how airship pirates fly a ship!
Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.
To a crazy ship, all winds are contrary.
We don't sail because the sea is there. We sail because there's a harbour. We don't start by heading for distant shores. We seek protection first.
I grew up sailing in the North Sea.
The true ship is the ship builder.
Up anchor! Up anchor!
Set sail and away!
The ventures of dreamland
Are thine for a day.
The real skill is to raise the sails and to catch the power of the wind as it passes by.
It is the weather, not work, that wears out sails.
I like to sail. My son Caden and I are avid sailors.
Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.
Your little boat goes west and you congratulate yourself, "What a navigator I am!" And then the wind blows you east.
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".
Sundown. The distressed sloop, its mainmast shattered by lightning, its sails ripped by the winds of the open sea, drifted into the small, quiet beach of a private island in the Lesser Antilles
On the wind his sail unfurled and away from our shores his ship drifted.
Perhaps this isn't your boat. Perhaps it doesn't sail where you want to go.
I used to own a dingy and can still sail one if pushed, but I like the pleasure boats.
I cannot predict the wind but I can have my sail ready.
I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass.
Set your sails now but the ocean is very rough and treacherous ... if you keep going you will get there.
Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love
Still, it was sulk or sail.
I heard word
Of bellied sailcloth,
Creak of oars,
And gold in Eastland.
Then I smelled
A smell remembered:
Salt of spray
And black-pitched boat's keel.
No words can describe the personal liberation that heading seaward bestows upon me. In this aquatic realm, no man or woman is subject to the petty decrees of social bureaucracy.
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t'have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.
A life on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep!
[Sailing term]
"Going through life on broad reach"
[could not be more relaxed]...
Set your wings upon the sea wind
Set your eyes upon the stream
Feel the billow of the updraft
And believe in your dream
Know the mercy of these waters
Know the safety of the sky
Hear the voices in the distance
And believe - they will not lie.
Don't sail through life, without an anchor, a captain and a compass
Let go of the oars ... Everything you want is downstream.
It's the set of the sail, and not the gale that determines the way they go.
Smooth sailing doth not a sailor make.
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.
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.
My characters are galley slaves.
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.
I'm a sailor, Lettie, I go where the wind takes me. And it led me to you, didn't it? I was born ten thousand miles away, but the wind brought me to Barter, and now we're friends. We're on this boat for a reason.
I am choking in the suffocating foul air of the harbor. I want to hoist my sails in the open sea, even though a tempest may be blowing. Furled sails are always dirty. Those who would deride me are so many furled sails. They can do nothing.
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
The lights of many battleships drifting like water jewels upon the dark Hudson...
Adventure stank. She boasted sixty oars, a single sail, and a long lean hull that promised speed. Small, but she might serve, Quentyn thought when he saw her, but that was before he went aboard and got a good whiff of her.
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.
His small fragile ship had barely escaped a disaster; now it enters a region of new storms and uncharted depths through which even the best led ... cannot find a guide. He must find his own way and be his own saviour.
A pirate spreading misery and ruin over the face of the ocean
Charter boats are like books with no covers.
O friend, never strike sail to a fear! Come into port greatly, or sail with God the seas.
I've seen a lot of 'Show Boats,' but I've never seen the one that thoroughly satisfies me.
If you can't stop the waves, go sailing.
I was never part of the sailing circle, but I enjoy when I'm invited to sail.
The breeze of grace is always blowing; set your sail to catch that breeze.