Quotes on Sailing And The Sea

I am a citizen of the most beautiful nation on earth, a nation whose laws are harsh yet simple, a nation that never cheats, which is immense and without borders, where life is lived in the present. In this limitless nation, this nation of wind, light, and peace, there is no other ruler besides the sea.

The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving.

If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favourable.

There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

And the winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

To reach a port, we must sail - sail, not tie at anchor - sail, not drift.

A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships are built for.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

A lot of people attack the sea, I make love to it.

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

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.

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.

To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.

There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.

To reach a port we must set sail

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.