Gliders, sail planes, they're wonderful flying machines. It's the closest you can come to being a bird.
Wisdom sails with wind and time.
The thing I realized this last few days is that the earth is a big place.
Born in the Flint, Michigan, big boat sailing on the Great Lakes and skiing in the winter was how most of my youth was spent.
The big change, the really radical change in communication, was in the late 19th century. The shift from sailing ships to telegraph is astronomical. Everything since then has been small increments, including the internet.
The sea finds out everything you did wrong.
Thought is the wind and knowledge the sail.
Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.
For one thing, I was no longer alone; a man is never alone with the wind-and the boat made three.
Seeing that a Pilot steers the ship in which we sail, who will never allow us to perish even in the midst of shipwrecks, there is no reason why our minds should be overwhelmed with fear and overcome with weariness.
Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love
Layering and changeability: this is the key, the combination that is worked into most of my buildings. Occupying one of these buildings is like sailing a yacht; you modify and manipulate its form and skin according to seasonal conditions and natural elements, and work with these to maximize the performance of the building.
It is time to be old To take in sail.
But although we have noticed the ark as being the first ship, we cannot with propriety place it in the front of the history of navigation. After the flood the ark seems to have been soon forgotten, or at least imperfectly remembered, and men reverted to their little canoes and clumsy boats, which sufficed for all their limited wants. It was not until about a thousand years later in the world
This is the most elaborate and luxurious method of convincing others that you can cook. Take everybody out on your yacht until they're green in the face. Then you can rave for weeks about your sauce marinara and no one will gainsay you.
Sometimes I feel like I'm sailing on a sunken dream
I'll do business with anyone, but I'll only go sailing with gentlemen.
My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.
My goal in sailing isn't to be brilliant or flashy in individual races, just to be consistent over the long run.
In the far corner, a tenor began to sing, Zsadist's crystal-clear voice sailing up toward the warrior paintings on the ceiling far, far above them all. At first John didn't know what the song was. . . although if he'd been asked what his name was, he would have said Santa Claus, or Luther Vandross, or Teddy Roosevelt. Maybe even Joan Collins.