Best 251 quotes in «boat quotes» category

The biggest problem for many people comes when their anxiety suddenly throws a boat that had been traveling in the right direction off course. Then, the more they struggle to redirect it, the more likely the boat will hit a rock, get caught up in a storm, or gradually drift away from its destination.

Remember as there are people that can help you to roll the boat of your dreams, there are also people who can drill holes under that boat to make it sink.

That’s why we gotta do good things now. Make good decisions. Try to move the rudder long before the boat ever gets near the iceberg, right?

The boat dipped and swayed and sometimes took on water, but it did not sink; the two brothers had waterproofed it well. I do not know where it finally fetched up, if it ever did; perhaps it reached the sea and sails there forever, like a magic boat in a fairytale. All I know is that it was still afloat and still running on the breast of the flood when it passed te incorporated town limits of Derry, Maine, and there it passes out of this tale forever.

Such is a community of inviolable immunity, protected from tampering or harpooning mutiny. Every better thinker’s impulse to shrink us (at the shoreline from our lifeblood’s deep pulse) uses disparaging scrutiny to sink us.

the presence of an old salt aboard the Elizabeth Seaman was profoundly reassuring. “Iron men in wooden boats,” they were called, as opposed to the wooden men in iron boats of today, like Kittredge, Farmingdale, and Eddie himself. Old salts partook of an origin myth, being close to the root of all things, including language. Eddie had never noticed how much of his own speech derived from the sea, from “keeled over” to “learning the ropes” to “catching the drift” to “freeloader” to “gripe” to “brace up” to “taken aback” to “leeway” to “low profile” to “the bitter end,” or the very last link on a chain. Using these expressions in a practical way made him feel close to something fundamental—a deeper truth whose contours he believed he’d sensed, allegorically, even while still on land. Being at sea had brought Eddie nearer that truth. And the old salts were nearer still.

The boat from India was a crowded place; all long sea voyages on boats feel crowded. When you are stuck at sea for weeks there is nowhere to escape from people.

The calm skies that drifted above us lulled us into thinking this traversée would be smooth, but after several hours, the unsteady sea had taken its toll on me and after a light lunch and a brief swim in the open sea failed to do so, I attempted to remedy my mal de mer with rest. When I awoke, the sun had already set and the cool air and soft light of twilight helped recalibrate my disoriented thoughts. Although my seasickness had subsided, I lay starboard side facing the heavens - that were now a deep shade of purple - so as to not provoke another episode. We set to anchoring behind several large volcanic pillars just a stone’s-throw away from where the Tyrrhenian Sea kissed the east of the island. A handful of wishes scattered the skies as we approached the shores of Aci Trezza. As these stars traced their dying song across the void above, part of me felt ashamed for even entertaining the notion of wishing upon a star, but that voice was speedily silenced by words He had once shared with me in Scotland: “There is always some truth to fiction.

This is so funny,” said Ellen, noticing the seating arrangement. “Isn’t this funny? Tom, come sit next to Robin. Griffin, sit next to Laura.” I stood up and sat next to Robin while Griffin brought his chair over to Laura. “That’s better,” said Ellen. “Isn’t that better?

They were all on his side. Hi boat sank.

We steer the boat, we don’t alter the river.

What's in a life without Camaraderie? For setting sail on a ship with a band of merry brothers by your side is much more gratifying than drifting aimlessly on a boat lost alone at sea.

You're one to talk about talking crap, Forester." Dunstan's voice interrupts the memory, and I can't help but feel a little grateful. "Accusing my dad of poisoning the swamp? What a bunch of bull." "It's not bull,"I snarl. "Your dad's dumping trash into the swamp and you know it!" Dunstan finally loses it and stands up. The boat tilts dangerously. Melanie and the twins shriek, grasping the sides like they're glued to them. "You two sit down this minute!" Babette bellows. She's holding onto the motor for dear life. Neither of us listens. "You wanna run that by me again?" Dunstan growls. His fingers curl into fists. "Your. Dad. Is. Poisoning. The. Swamp." I let each word out slowly like Dunstan's a dumb little kid who needs help understanding.

You should seriously get a job planning dates for The Bachelor.

The Wilhelm Gustloff was pregnant with lost souls conceived of war. They would crowd into her belly and she would give birth to their freedom.

Thi Søen tager saa mangen; Her sidder en Encke, som Manden har mist Og hisset en anden, har Skilsmisse frist Hvis Mand er fordrugnet for langen. Man spørger en Fader, som Sønner har stoor, Hvor er dine Sønner? de blev udi Fior, Man fritter en Søn om sin Fader; Strax skal hand dig grædende svare med hast, Min Fader blev borte med Tackel og Mast, Den Sorg mig saa snart icke lader.

Whatever the water touched was riparian: that moist layer of air and rich earth along the shore was an Eden for many forms of life. Some drowned in a daily flood, while those that knew how, thrived. There was something riparian too about the people who spent most of their time on the water. Those whose language and equilibrium had been dictated by the elements around them. Who’d learned to hang on in the ever-shifting swell and drift of water under their feet. Contrast and contradictions abounded for those who had learned to meander despite limited space or to be still in the midst of all that rocking.

When a big ship and a small boat come together, you will see that the latter is happier than the former because it has much less problems!

Where one waits for that peremptory, half-melancholy, half-majestic sound of a ship blowing as she silently glides out black in the night, almost through the pub yard, from the docks basin on her voyage.

You can always challenge a big storm with a little boat and this will only prove how unserious person you are!

You can bail water 24/7, and no matter how good you are at not sinking, you still have a hole in your boat.

You're about as subtle as a fucking train wreck. On a boat.

A bogus Congress register can never lead you to Swaraj any more than a paper boat can help you to sail across the Padma.

Alligators and crocodiles are some of the most aggressive creatures on the planet - they'll take down a boat if you come up to their nest.

A boat can't have two captains.

A film is a boat which is always on the point of sinking-it always tends to break up as you go along and drag you under with it.

A man without courage is a boat in a frozen lake! Get rid of your fears!

At best, the true philosopher can fulfil his mission very imperfectly, which is to pilot himself, or at most a few voluntary companions who may find themselves in the same boat.

A soldier fights with an irresistible strength when he has blown up his bridges and burnt his boats. Even so, it is with a soldier of ahimsa.

Barack Obama is like the old joke about boats. The two best days of owning a boat are the day you buy it and the day you sell it.

BOAT = Break Out Another Thousand

Boats in the harbor are safe but that is not what they are meant for.

As soon as you set foot on a yacht you belong to some man, not to yourself, and you die of boredom.

Burn the boats as you enter the island and you will take the island.

...Drifting downstream in a row boat doesn't count against your life span.

Did you know you can't steer a boat that isn't moving? Just like a life.

Everything that we want is downstream... And you don't have even have to turn the boat and paddle downstream, just let go of the oars, the current will carry you.

Everybody who served in John Kerry's boat under his command save one has stood with him.

For all of us, we put our faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. He's in our boat. And when those storms come and those waves (of life) come, He's in the boat with us.

Each of us has capacities. The real trick is knowing the machinery of the boat in which you are crossing the channel.

Fear is a thief. It robbed Peter of a perfectly good walk on water, & kept the other eleven in the boat.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

From a little boat, to a big boat, to a helicopter, to an airplane.

For will anyone dare to tell me that business is more entertaining than fooling among boats? He must have never seen a boat, or never seen an office, who says so.

Genres are just bottles for the various boats. The boats matter to me.

Get out of the boat. Face your fears. Fail. Learn. Adjust. Try again. And watch God do more than you can imagine.

Here was the freedom I desired, long sought-for, not yet known Freedom to write, to walk, to wander, freedom to climb hills, to pull a boat, to be alone.

History is littered with great firms that got killed by disruption. Of course, the personal computer, a technology that first took root as a toy, got Digital Equipment Corporation. Kodak missed the boat for a long time on digital imaging. Sony was slow to get MP3 technology. Microsoft doesn't know what to do with open source software. And so on.

Go on, my friend, and fear nothing; you carry Caesar and his fortune in your boat.

I became a boat captain because I loved the water and had been on a boat since I was eight. I captained the boat by myself because I liked being alone.