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A wild dedication of yourselves
To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.
On December 8, 1921, when the Leopoldina set sail for Europe, we were on board. Our life together had finally begun. We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of beauty and danger in equal parts-and we wanted it all.
A vision is distant voyage.
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.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five year mission ... to boldly go where no man has gone before.
My voyage was never a well-conceived plan, nor will it ever be. I have made it up as I went along.
While the destination of a journey is often the point of enjoyment; Remember, the voyage itself can be wondrous.
Looking back at my life's voyage, I can only say that it has been a golden trip.
The only true voyage of discovery ... would be not to visit strange lands, but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is.
Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage.
Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
From beginning to end this is a wet and blood smeared voyage, this begetting and birthing and moving away.
The great difference between voyages rests not in ships, but in the people you meet on them.
When a great adventure is launched with a powerful thrust, fatigue in the muscles and doubts in the mind are swept away by a fullness that moves life along like a breath from the depths of the soul.
From the sea, to the sea.
A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.
Imagination is as good as many voyages - and how much cheaper!
set sail on a voyage of your own titanic facts
The essence of travel is diffuse. It is never there on the spot as it were, but always beyond: its symbol is the horizon, and its interest always lies over that edge in the unseen.
The journey is my home.
To reach a port we must set sail
The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game.
In every moment, we're sailing on oceans where wonders are not just the exception; they are the rule.
When arranging a tour around the United States I had decided to cross on the Titanic. It was rather a novelty to be on the largest ship yet launched. It was no exaggeration to say that it was quite easy to lose one's way on such a ship.
Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.
A new voyage of discovery - leading you, toward your very own brand of hidden treasure.
Mystery lies over the sea. Every ship is bound for Thule.
May the seas bend to your journey.
If one tries to navigate unknown waters one runs the risk of shipwreck
Journey IS the destination.
In the voyage of your worldly existence, the sails at which your life float upon, are tethered by the thoughts and emotions that which you harbor. Expand.
Your little boat goes west and you congratulate yourself, "What a navigator I am!" And then the wind blows you east.
Not only does travel give us a new system of reckoning, it also brings to the fore unknown aspects of our own self. Our consciousness being broadened and enriched, we shall judge ourselves more correctly.
The journey is made up of the most genuine and honest wonders of the mind, but also includes unfathomable sorrow and despair; yet, this is what makes up a journey as well as the human experience in entirety.
I trust and believe that the time spent in this voyage ... will produce its full worth in Natural History; and it appears to me the doing what little we can to increase the general stock of knowledge is as respectable an object of life, as one can in any likelihood pursue.
There are some people who cannot get onto a train without imagining that they are about to voyage into the significant unknown; as though the notion of movement were inseparably connected with the notion of discovery, as though each displacement of the body were a displacement of the soul.
days aboard his sailboat, doing
Until now travel had always been a fraught affair. Each year until she was sixteen, it had been two weeks fighting with her sister in a caravan in Filey while her parents drank steadily and looked out at the rain, a sort of harsh experiment in the limits of human proximity.
I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.
We are born strangers in a strange land, and remain so. Travel simply reminds us of this essential truth. The transmission of a powerful story, one human to another, is an alchemical activity in which we are enlarged and changed.
I hear the tread of pioneers
Of nations yet to be,
The first low wash of waves where soon
Shall roll a human sea.
Travelers are always discoverers, especially those who travel by air. There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.
The true voyage of discovery is not a journey to a new place; it is learning to see with new eyes.
Donald justice:
i often wonder about the others,
where they are bound for on the voyage, what is the reason for their silence,
was there some reason to go away?
The most splendid moment of an adventure is not always the moment of fulfilment, not even the moment of conception, but the moment of first accomplishment, when the adventurer deliberately sets his face toward the new road, knowing that his boats are burned.
Is there a better method of departure by night
than this quiet bon voyage with an open book,
the sole companion who has come to see you off,
to wave you into the dark waters beyond language?
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.
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.
The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
We shall be inclined to pronounce the voyage that led to the way to this New World as the most epoch-making event of all that have occurred since the birth of Christ.
The sea-road is good for wanderers and landless men. There is quenching of thirst on the grey paths of the winds, and the flying clouds to still the sting of lost dreams.
Our health is a voyage and every illness is an adventure story.
wash off the journey
Journey Before Destination.
On board ship there are many sources of joy of which the land knows nothing. You may flirt and dance at sixty; and if you are awkward in the turn of a valse, you may put it down to the motion of the ship. You need wear no gloves, and may drink your soda-and-brandy without being ashamed of it.
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.
It is not the ship so much as the skillful sailing that assures the prosperous voyage.
During those days of whirling about the globe, I had an epiphany: travel was the only area of my life where I had no expectations. I anticipated nothing while fully engaging each moment. What bred adventure, surprise and deep experience was not knowing, surrendering to now and letting go of control.
The longed-for ships come empty home, founder on the deep
And eyes first lose their tears and then their sleep.
The true voyagers are those who go for the sake of traveling ... and without quite knowing why, they say, 'Let us depart!'.
Long, long journey through the darkness
Long, long way to go
But what are miles across the ocean
To the heart that's coming home?
Travel makes all men countrymen, makes people noblemen and kings, every man tasting of liberty and dominion.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
Travel has always been my way of defeating this sinking feeling, partly because travel is a form of escape, and travel itself - the elemental farewell - becomes the fugitive fantasy of a new life, travel inspiring a sense of hope. I
I am sailing on a ship bound for life.
a line in a song
One is often surprised at the juvenilities which grown people indulge in at sea, and the interest they take in them, and the consuming enjoyment they get out of them.
The eve of a long trip is filled with both exaltation and anxiety, but the day itself is a pure euphoria of action, and anxiety returns in the middle of the trip, at an empty moment, when the exoticism of the setting out has not yet given way to that of going home.
To travel is to take a journey into yourself
The Kon-Tiki expedition opened my eyes to what the ocean really is. It is a conveyor and not an isolator. The ocean has been man's highway from the days he built the first buoyant ships, long before he tamed the horse, invented wheels, and cut roads through the virgin jungles.
The experiences are so innumerable and varied, that the journey appears to be interminable and the Destination is ever out of sight. But the wonder of it is, when at last you reach your Destination you find that you had never travelled at all! It was a journey from here to Here.
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.
We travel to come home; we come home to travel.
If you have decided to sail to the sea with great courage and determination, even the storm on the horizon will step aside!
She had always been good at dreaming, but what she had never done before was believe a dream could actually come true. She believed now. The wonder of setting sail created possibilities she had never considered before.
Sometimes in your life you will go on a journey. It will be the longest journey you have ever taken. It is the journey to find yourself.
Some gifted adventurer is always sailing round the world of art and science, to bring home costly merchandise from every port.
I gave up trying to find out. Any knowledge I might gain was useless. I had no means of controlling where I was going - no rudder, no sails, no motor, some oars, but insufficient brawn.
Perhaps one day, you'll become a man and sail the oceans too. Perhaps you'll find buried treasure and discover new lands of your own. The world lays waiting for your adventures too and we can only dream of what they may be.
They paddled easily, in unison, the paddles turning in their hands so that they did not leave the water on the forward stroke. The small waves slapped softly against the bows. Otherwise they made no noise. It was dark. Nobody saw them go. They just left the land and went off across the sea.
Some journeys don't have endings, they lead to new beginnings. These are the journeys that lead to great adventures!
We are going toward the sea. I have swollen. I am carried away. Sometimes at night love comes up so quickly and so high, and if we have no little boat perhaps it is because we want to roll breathless under the ocean floor.
He that embarks on the voyage of life will always wish to advance rather by the impulse of the wind than the strokes of the oar; and many fold in their passage; while they lie waiting for the gale.
The man who voyages strange seas must of necessity be a little unsure of himself. It is the man with the flashy air of knowing everything, who is always with it, that we should beware of.
I am about to proceed on a long and difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all my fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are failing.
I went to sea from the most tender age and have continued in a sea life to this day. Whoever gives himself up to this art wants to know the secrets of Nature here below. It is more than forty years that I have been thus engaged. Wherever any one has sailed, there I have sailed.
We must be bold . . . as we set sail we ask God's blessing on the most hazardous and dangerous and greatest adventure on which man has ever embarked.
Oh, the continual drunken diversity of flights and departures!
Eternal soul of navigators and their navigations!
Great waves, and blaze with fire like them.
In beauty, but do not condemn,
The seamen who embark and fail,
But only those who will not sail.
Sailed this day nineteen leagues, and determined to count less than the true number, that the crew might not be dismayed if the voyage should prove long.
aboard ship, and then hard tack, salt-horse,
choosing an idyllic ocean cruise over the whirlwind body cavity search that was air travel.
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.
To reach a port, we must sail - sail, not tie at anchor - sail, not drift.
I think life is self-examination. Certainly the voyage that one takes.
Travel is a caprice in childhood, a passion in youth, a necessity in manhood, and an elegy in old age.
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.
I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel ...
No one rides for free, and in the end, even the most seaworthy ship goes down, blub-blub-blub. The only way to balance that off, in Hodges's opinion, is to make the most of every day afloat.
There is a life lived on long journeys that cannot emanate within the walls of a two-week annual vacation.
What's the difference between a trip and a journey?"
"Narnie, my love, when we get there, you'll understand.