Nautical Adventure Quotes

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!"

Sailing is a big outlet for me.

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. . . They dined on mince and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.

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

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

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

Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.

We enjoy sailing small boats, two of which I have designed and built myself.

Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.

They went to sea in a sieve, they did; In a sieve they went to sea; In spite of all their friends could say.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.

I've been sailing from the age of 2, and apparently, when I was 4, I told my dad, 'I know how to do this; you don't have to come with me anymore.'

We also own a little boat and I'm like a kid with it. I take off early in the morning, fishing rod in tow, and just drift about the ocean all day.

I used to own a dingy and can still sail one if pushed, but I like the pleasure boats.

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.

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

All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.

I am not a fan of being in the sea. I like being in a boat - sailing.

The world's a ship on its voyage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

Great waves, and blaze with fire like them.In beauty, but do not condemn,The seamen who embark and fail,But only those who will not sail.

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

My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.

I miss my boats, and I miss having the ability to be out on the water during the daytime and then go skiing at night.