Quotes on Sailors And 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 a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.

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.

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.

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.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.

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

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.

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath.

I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began.

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

There is a tide in the affairs of men

We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

The desire to build a house is the tired wish of a man content thenceforward with a single anchorage. The desire to build a boat is the desire of youth, unwilling yet to accept the idea of a final resting place.

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.