Sail Quotes

That is because at the close of the day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body.

If you learn to set a good sail, the wind that blows will always take you to the dreams you want, the income you want, and the treasures of mind, purse, and soul you want.

As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

No one's life is a smooth sail; we all come into stormy weather. But it's this adversity - and more specifically our resilience - that makes us strong and successful.

Your Constitution is all sail and no anchor.

When I go abroad I always sail from Boston because it is such a pleasant place to get away from.

If the British think they can simply detach from the continent and sail towards the USA or China, then they are mistaken.

Thus, sped by currents of curiosity afloat the swift river of rumor do secrets sail to strange ports.

Don't go getting full of yourself becuase once you do, somebody's going to come and let the wind out of your sails

Gliders, sail planes, they're wonderful flying machines. It's the closest you can come to being a bird.

think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!

If the Spray discovered no continents on her voyage, it may be that there were no more continents to be discovered. She did not seek new worlds, or sail to pow-wow about the dangers of the sea.

Without goals, and plans to reach them, you are like a ship that has set sail with no destination.

Life is like stepping onto a boat which is about to sail out to sea and sink.

There is no beauty or romance or mystery in the sea except for the men that sail abroad upon it, and those who stay at home and dream of them.

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

To reach a port we must set sail

It is a ship with a great deal of sail but a very shallow keel.

Up anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day.

Stately as a galleon, I sail across the floor,Doing the military two-step, as in the days of yore.

Thought is the wind and knowledge the sail.

The world is a globe — the farther you sail, the closer to home you are.

He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.

Instead of decaying in a safe harbour, sail to the unsafe oceans!

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

Exploration is in our nature. We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still. We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean. We are ready at last to set sail for the stars.

Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!

Don't try to sail your ship now by how the wind is going to be in three days. You have to sail with the winds are they are now.

Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.

They are fruit and transport: ripening melons, prairie schooners journeying under full sail.

We were wavering around like a ship without a sail.

Ignorance and prejudice are the ballast of our ship of state - however, ships without ballast are not seaworthy and cannot sail in the tempests, nor reach a safe harbor.

'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life.

Writers dream of sentences that sail through the waters of thought. We try to control their shape and size, and we struggle to let them glide, rather than thrash at sea.

Never defend yourself; agree with your critics, it takes the wind out of their sails.

You would make a ship sail against the winds and currents by lighting a bonfire under her decks? I have no time for such nonsense.

I wanted to break the record, of course, and become the youngest person to sail around the world solo and unassisted.

I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

We grant no dukedoms to the few, We hold like rights and shall; Equal on Sunday in the pew, On Monday in the mall. For what avail the plough or sail, Or land, or life, if freedom fail?

As o'er the stormy sea of human Life We sail, until our anchor'd spirits rest In the far haven of Eternity.

Both faith and fear may sail into your harbor, but only allow faith to drop anchor.

A ship under sail and a big-bellied woman, Are the handsomest two things that can be seen common.

My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.

The great pilot can sail even when his canvass is rent.

Those who never sail stormy waters are the quickest and harshest judges of bad seamanship.

A man without a purpose is like a ship without a rudder - never likely to reach home port. To us comes the signal: chart your course, set your sail, position your rudder, and proceed.

If we are strong, and have faith in life and its richness of surprises, and hold the rudder steadily in our hands. I am sure we will sail into quiet and pleasant waters for our old age.

Ah, only he who knows where he sails, knows what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.