#sailing

...now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal. ↗

— Tove Jansson

#mermaids #oatmeal #sailing #humor

Just about a month from now I'm set adrift, with a diploma for a sail and lots of nerve for oars. ↗

— Richard Halliburton

#direction #education #graduation #guts #humor

A war of ideas can no more be won without books than a naval war can be won without ships. Books, like ships, have the toughest armor, the longest cruising range, and mount the most powerful guns. ↗

— Franklin D. Roosevelt

#books #ideas #sailing #ships #guns

Maybe you're getting into the rhythm of sailing life," says James. He looks out at the waves that are rolling in to lap against the dock. "You know, the tides going in and then out, the wind blowing east and then west, the high of a perfect day out on the water, the low of a thunderstorm or a wind that won't go your way. ↗

— Melissa C. Walker

#sailing #sea #beauty

What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous. ↗

— Thomas Merton

#abyss #cross #disastrous #discovery #gain

It is not the ship so much as the skillful sailing that assures the prosperous voyage. ↗

— George William Curtis

#much #prosperous #sailing #ship #skillful

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

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#does #favorable #know #port #sailing

They loved the sea. They taught themselves to sail, to navigate and read the weather. Without their mother's knowledge and long before she thought them old enough to sail outside the harbor, they were piloting their catboat all the way to the Isles of Shoals. They were on the return leg of one such excursion when the fickle weather of early spring took an abrupt turn and the sky darkened and the sun vanished and the wind came squalling off the open sea. They were a half mile from the harbor when the storm overtook them. The rain struck in a slashing torrent and the swells hove them so high they felt they might be sent flying--then dropped them into troughs so deep they could see nothing but walls of water the color of iron. They feared the sail would be ripped away. Samuel Thomas wrestled the tiller and John Roger bailed in a frenzy and both were wide-eyed with euphoric terror as time and again they were nearly capsized before at last making the harbor. When they got home and Mary Margaret saw their sodden state she scolded them for dunces and wondered aloud how they could do so well in their schooling when they didn't have sense enough to get out of the rain. ↗

— James Carlos Blake

#sailing #sea #home

Keep your hand on the helm. ↗

— Matthew Goldman

#love

My goal in sailing isn't to be brilliant or flashy in individual races, just to be consistent over the long run. ↗

— Dennis Conner

#consistent #flashy #goal #individual #just