A Quote by Louisa May Alcott

I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship. — © Louisa May Alcott
I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship.
I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.
I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.
Sail on, sail on, o' might Ship of State. To the shores of need, past the reefs of greed, through the squalls of hate. Sail on, sail on, sail on.
Don't be afraid of the storms; be afraid of the ship and the captain! Forget about the outside factors, what matters is the internal power!
A rotten ship is not afraid of the storms!
Nothing is here to stay Everything has to begin and end A ship in a bottle won't sail All we can do is dream that the wind will blow us across the water A ship in a bottle set sail
Don't try to sail your ship now by how the wind is going to be in three days. You have to sail with the winds are they are now.
Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.
Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!
I prefer to sail in a bad ship with a good captain rather than sail in a good ship with a bad captain.
Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel, and hangs on every other sail in the horizon.
Storms are not afraid of you; all you must do is not to afraid of the storms too!
My father was the captain of a cargo ship. When I was about two years old, we used to sail with him. The crew of his ship would dress me up in fancy dress and make me dance for them. I was a performing monkey!
We are never without a pilot. When we know not how to steer, and dare not hoist a sail, we can drift. The current knows the way, though we do not. The ship of heaven guides itself, and will not accept a wooden rudder.
Man with his burning soul Has but an hour of breath To build a ship of Truth In which his soul may sail- Sail on the sea of death. For death takes toll Of beauty, courage, youth, Of all but Truth.
Like the vital rudder of a ship, we have been provided a way to determine the direction we travel. The lighthouse of the Lord beckons to all as we sail the seas of life. Our home port is the celestial kingdom of God. Our purpose is to steer an undeviating course in that direction. A man without a purpose is like a ship without a rudder—never likely to reach home port. To us comes the signal: Chart your course, set your sail, position your rudder, and proceed.
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