I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
O friend, never strike sail to a fear! Come into port greatly, or sail with God the seas.
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.
Ships are safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for. So set sail on the stormy sea of love. You're going to get soaked at times, but at least you'll know you're alive.
Those who never sail stormy waters are the quickest and harshest judges of bad seamanship.
There is a seeded bread that I bring from South Africa. I bring home 10, 20 loaves. I am so bad with this bread. I've literally been in hotels and brought my own: "Please, can you toast this? I have my own bread." They're like, "You have your own bread?" And I'll pull it out!
As o'er the stormy sea of human Life We sail, until our anchor'd spirits rest In the far haven of Eternity.
I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
On a ship thats made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you)
He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
No one's life is a smooth sail; we all come into stormy weather. But it's this adversity - and more specifically our resilience - that makes us strong and successful.
I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas.
O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!
As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
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.