I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze. — Richard Bode Copy Share Image
Every summer I sail to a small island called Cavallo, which lies between Sardinia and Corsica. — Gino D'Acampo Copy Share Image
The Atheist complains about the wind. The Christian prays for it to change. The Satanist adjusts his sails. — Anton Szandor LaVey Copy Share Image
When the winds of life don't hit your sails, you grab the oars of life and you start pushing. — Greg Plitt Copy Share Image
When I go abroad I always sail from Boston because it is such a pleasant place to get away from. — Oliver Herford Copy Share Image
Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
My parents were drawn to the idea that there was space and opportunity in Australia. For the meagre sum of £10, you… — Hugh Jackman Copy Share Image
To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
I wanted to break the record, of course, and become the youngest person to sail around the world solo and unassisted. — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
“Take the helm and sail your own ship. Don't just get into the boat with nobody at the helm and merely hope… — Joyce Meyer Copy Share Image
Self-love is always the mainspring, more or less concealed, of our actions; it is the wind which swells the sails, without which… — Emilie du Chatelet Copy Share Image
Only those with skin as thick as elephant hide can hope to sail through their teens unscathed by self-doubt and bouts of… — Mariella Frostrup Copy Share Image
Every object is beautiful in motion; a ship under sail, trees gently agitated with the wind, and a fine woman dancing, are… — Abigail Adams Copy Share Image
Perchance the time will come when we shall not be content to go back and forth upon a raft to some huge… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Human love, human trust, are always perilous, because they break down. The greater the love, the greater the trust, and the greater… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
We clear the harbor and the wind catches her sails and my beautiful ship leans over ever so gracefully, and her elegant… — L.A. Meyer Copy Share Image
If I did not see that the Lord kept watch over the ship, I should long since have abandoned the helm. But… — Martin Luther Copy Share Image
I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
It was the Lord who put into my mind that fact that it would be possible to sail from here to the… — Christopher Columbus Copy Share Image
The ship's boards were still sticky with new resin. We leaned over the railing to wave our last farewell, the sun-warm wood… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Well, once you get the groove of your life and you sort out the aspects of your life that you prefer, and… — Robert Plant Copy Share Image
To live as I incline, or not to live at all: so do I wish; so wisheth also the holiest. But alas!… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
They would find this House of Hades. They'd take the Doors of Death. And by the gods, if Leo had to design… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Stars are good too. I wish I could get some to put in my hair. But I suppose I never can. You… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Perchance, coming generations will not abide the dissolution of the globe, but, availing themselves of future inventions in aerial locomotion, and the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
And I will now rock the brown basin from side to side so that my ships may ride the waves. Some will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
