#boa

I've met the most interesting people while flying or on a boat. These methods of travel seem to attract the kind of people I want to be with. ↗

— Hedy Lamarr

#boat #flying #i #interesting #interesting people

He who loves practice without theory is like the sailor who boards ship without a rudder and compass and never knows where he may cast. ↗

— Leonardo da Vinci

#cast #compass #knows #like #loves

They call me, The Sharkalator ↗

— James Patterson

#funny #gazzy #maximum-ride #name-calling #nicknames

The problem with winter sports is that -- follow me closely here -- they generally take place in winter. ↗

— Dave Barry

#humor #ice-fishing #ice-skating #skiing #snow-camping

No matter how much water a sink takes on, it never lives up to its name. The Titanic would never have sunk if it were made out of a sink. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#flood #humor #ship #sink #titanic

We all have some screws loose, common sense and intelligence can diminish that ↗

— Doug Brown

#doug-brown #looking-glass-self #intelligence

I am the Wakeboard of Love, if you catch my drift.
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #wakeboard #wakeboard-of-love #love

How do men act on a sinking ship? Do they hold each other? Do they pass around the whisky? Do they cry? ↗

— Sebastian Junger

#fishing #sea #men

White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps open in the sky. The air brightens. A cold silvery evening. The moon is overhead, and down below, in the water; and all around it-a wide frame of old, hammered, scaly silver. Etched on the silver-silent black fishing boats, tiny black needles of masts, little black men casting invisible lines into the silver. And the only sounds are the occasional plashing of an oar, the creaking of an oarlock, the springlike leap and flip-flop of a fish. ("The North") ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#boats #moon #night #shore #storm

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#love #the-boat #death