It is the weather, not work, that wears out sails.
We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.
I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.
If hindrances obstruct the way, Thy magnanimity display. And let thy strength be seen: But O, if Fortune fill thy sail With more than a propitious gale, Take half thy canvas in.
As o'er the stormy sea of human Life We sail, until our anchor'd spirits rest In the far haven of Eternity.
Our universe is a sea of energy - free, clean energy. It is all out there waiting for us to set sail upon it.
To hold the same views at forty as we held at twenty is to have been stupefied for a score of years, and take rank, not as a prophet, but as an unteachable brat, well birched and none the wiser. It is as if a ship captain should sail to India from the Port of London; and having brought a chart of the Thames on deck at his first setting out, should obstinately use no other for the whole voyage.
I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.
It all started off with stirring speeches, Greek columns, the thrill of something new. Now all that's left is a presidency adrift, surviving on slogans that already seem tired, grasping at a moment that has already passed, like a ship trying to sail on yesterday's wind.
Without fear we must set sail on the digital sea.
I cannot predict the wind but I can have my sail ready.
I certainly never feel discouraged. I can't myself raise the winds that might blow us or this ship into a better world. But I can at least put up the sail so that when the winds comes, I can catch it.
Being on sea saile, being on land settle. [Being on sea, sail; being on land, settle. ]
To reach a port, we must sail - sail, not tie at anchor - sail, not drift.
I sail with you on the ocean of my dreams to a far away distant Place of great beauty and tranquility. where suffering and pain do not exist, where we give praises for our joy and happiness, where our Love interwines with Love for all things.
It's coming to America first, The cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range And the machinery for change And it's here they got the spiritual thirst. It's here the family's broken And it's here the lonely say That the heart has got to open In a fundamental way: Democracy is coming to the U. S. A. O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on.
In political activity. . . men sail a boundless and bottomless sea; there is neither harbour for shelter nor floor for anchorage, neither starting-place nor appointed destination. The enterprise is to keep afloat on an even keel.
Never defend yourself; agree with your critics, it takes the wind out of their sails.
The great pilot can sail even when his canvass is rent.