“Then he opened the Bible Queen Alexandra had given them and ripped out the flyleaf and the page containing the Twenty-third Psalm. He also tore out the page from the Book of Job with this verse on it: Out of… — Alfred Lansing Copy Share
“A forbidding-looking place, certainly, but that only made it seem the more pitiful. It was the refuge of twenty-two men who, at that very moment, were camped on a precarious, storm-washed spit of beach, as helpless and isolated from the outside world as if they were on another planet. Their plight was known only to the six men in this… — Alfred Lansing Copy Share
“Then he opened the Bible Queen Alexandra had given them and ripped out the flyleaf and the page containing the Twenty-third Psalm. He also tore out the page from the Book of Job with this verse on it: Out of whose womb came the ice? And the hoary frost of Heaven, who hath gendered it? The waters are hid as… — Alfred Lansing Copy Share
“The date was October 27, 1915. The name of the ship was Endurance. The position was 69°5´ South, 51°30´ West—deep in the icy wasteland of the Antarctic’s treacherous Weddell Sea, just about midway between the South Pole and the nearest known outpost of humanity, some 1,200 miles away. Few men have borne the responsibility Shackleton did at that moment. Though… — Alfred Lansing Copy Share
“Of all their enemies -- the cold, the ice, the sea -- he feared none more than demoralization.” — Alfred Lansing Copy Share Image
In that instant they felt an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. Though they had failed dismally even to come close to the expedition's… — Alfred Lansing Copy Share Image
“Even at home, with theatres and all sorts of amusements, changes of scene and people, four months idleness would be tedious: One can then… — Alfred Lansing Copy Share Image
I have a great many opinions about writing, but I'm afraid that all of them are unprintable — Alfred Lansing Copy Share Image
“Returning from a hunting trip, Orde-Lees, traveling on skis across the rotting surface of the ice, had just about reached camp when an evil,… — Alfred Lansing Copy Share Image
“They were for all practical purposes alone in the frozen Antarctic seas. It had been very nearly a year since they had last been… — Alfred Lansing Copy Share Image
“He promised to write a book later about the trip. He sold the rights to the motion pictures and still photographs that would be… — Alfred Lansing Copy Share Image
it's been my experience that most writers don't talk about their craft--they just do it — Alfred Lansing Copy Share Image
No matter what the odds, a man does not pin his last hope for survival on something and then expect that it will fail. — Alfred Lansing Copy Share Image
