Christopher Columbus Quotes

The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.

Sailing is a big outlet for me.

On the 17th of May, the Delos put out to sea. I was immediately affected with sea-sickness, which, however, lasted but a short time. I remained on deck constantly, forcing myself to exercise.

If I had my will I would live in a ship on the sea, and never come nearer to humanity than that!

Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.

As long as I can remember, I've been writing - first poems, then stories, and by my early teenage years I was also in love with sailing.

I always have Moleskine notebooks on my desk. I am a big journaler. Every day I write down where I went, who I spoke to and what it was all about. Richard Branson told me to do that.

There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.

Sailing is a completely new sport for me and I wasn't sure what to expect but I've definitely got the bug.

I can't go to bed if I haven't done my diary. I always record them just as I've always recorded all my interviews and speeches.

Whatever you read, there's no better place to read than the cockpit or the berth of a boat. It's kind of like being in a womb.

I was four when I first stood at the helm on my own.

I love boats. Anything that runs, anything mechanical. It's my God-given passion in life.

As a child, I always wanted to live on a boat.

As I've grown - dare I say it - older, I had hopes of indulging my dreams of being a sailor.

Historians usually record events based on the time and date of when they occurred.

I keep a diary - one for each film and foreign land I travel to.

He [Columbus] enjoyed long stretches of pure delight such as only a seaman may know, and moments of high, proud exultation that only a discoverer can experience.

I did keep a travel diary once and it was a big mistake. All I remember of that trip is what I bothered to write down.

I'm a romanticist in many ways. I never get behind the wheel of my boat and dropping the anchor without saying to myself, secretly giving my orders to the crew "All right, lift the anchor, we're on our way to South Hampton. We're gonna beat them there with this load of tea!"

There comes a time in a man's life when he hears the call of the sea. If the man has a brain in his head, he will hang up the phone immediately.

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

It makes sense that that's part of the story and everything, but that's part of any story of any record - where was it record and how long and what were the people doing. I think people want to know where these events are made. That's why I like the word "record."

At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.