There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
There is nothing more enticing, disenchanting, and enslaving than the life at sea.
A ship is always referred to as 'she' because it costs so much to keep one in paint and powder.
At sea, I learned how little a person needs, not how much.
It isn't that life ashore is distasteful to me. But life at sea is better.
The thing I realized this last few days is that the earth is a big place.
If your ship doesn't come in, swim out to it.
The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving.
The cabin of a small yacht is truly a wonderful thing; not only will it shelter you from a tempest, but from the other troubles in life, it is a safe retreat.
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
I wanted freedom, open air and adventure. I found it on the sea.
The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives.
I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast; for I intend to go in harm's way.
Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.
There is nothing like lying flat on your back on the deck, alone except for the helmsman aft at the wheel, silence except for the lapping of the sea against the side of the ship. At that time you can be equal to Ulysses and brother to him.
It is not the ship so much as the skillful sailing that assures the prosperous voyage.
I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.
Most sailing ships take what they call trainees, who pay to be part of the crew. The Picton Castle takes people who are absolutely raw recruits. But you can't just ride along. You're learning to steer the ship, navigation; you're pulling lines, keeping a lookout; in the galley you're cooking.
It's remarkable how quickly a good and favorable wind can sweep away the maddening frustrations of shore living.
Spirits rise as the sails fill... Gone is the sea's glassy surface, and with it the terrible glare. Close the hatches and ports! We're sailing again!
A sailing ship is no democracy; you don't caucus a crew as to where you'll go anymore than you inquire when they'd like to shorten sail.
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World.
When you can’t change the direction of the wind — adjust your sails
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