To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
I agree with whoever said Spice Girls are soft port. They're the antichrist.
The Halifax area has long played a major role in Canada's military operations, being the port of departure for convoys, naval task forces and army units over the past 100 years or so.
In every port in the world, at least two Estonians can be found.
The wind is never for the sailor who knows not to what port he is bound.
Man does not drift into goodness. . . the chance port of an aimless voyage. He must fight ever for his destination.
It was sort of in the jam-band era and it was at the Capitol Theatre in Port Chester [New York], right where I grew up. I actually went back there a couple years ago when I was on tour for Kroll Show. I performed at that theater, which was really cool to go back to the first place I'd gone to a concert.
Pay little attention to discouragement as possible. Plough ahead as a steamer does, rough or smooth - rain or shine. To carry your cargo and make your port is the point.
One can advise comfortably from a safe port.
Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher
O friend, never strike sail to a fear! Come into port greatly, or sail with God the seas.
It is easy enough to be moral after a good dinner beside a snug coal fire, and with our hearts well warmed with fine old port
The ship is safest when it is in port, but that’s not what ships were built for.
Always the idea of unbroken quiet broods around the grave. It is a port where the storms of life never beat, and the forms that have been tossed on its chafing waves lie quiet forevermore. There the child nestles as peacefully as ever it lay in its mother's arms, and the workman's hands lie still by his side, and the thinker's brain is pillowed in silent mystery, and the poor girl's broken heart is steeped in a balm that extracts its secret woe, and is in the keeping of a charity that covers all blame.
Though some may have more than others, yet every one hath his load, as much as he can carry. Every vessel cannot bear up with the like sail, and therefore God, to keep us from oversetting, puts on so much as will safest bring us to heaven, our desired port.
Psycho-babble is that language spoken by sailors who have become so interested in navigating their way around their boat that they have forgotten to read the stars and sea. They may be able to get from the galley to the head but will be lost in their journey from point to port.
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favourable.
Who hath seen the Phantom Ship, Her lordly rise and lowly dip, Careering o'er the lonesome main, No port shall know her keel again. . . Ah, woe is in the awful sight, The sailor finds there eternal night, 'Neath the waters he shall ever sleep, And Ocean will the secret keep
Happiness always returns to port. . .
. . . the fishermen of Port Sonas care only for the two things, fishing and women. And there's some that are no' that keen on the fishing.