#boat

How do men act on a sinking ship? Do they hold each other? Do they pass around the whisky? Do they cry? ↗

— Sebastian Junger

#fishing #sea #men

White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps open in the sky. The air brightens. A cold silvery evening. The moon is overhead, and down below, in the water; and all around it-a wide frame of old, hammered, scaly silver. Etched on the silver-silent black fishing boats, tiny black needles of masts, little black men casting invisible lines into the silver. And the only sounds are the occasional plashing of an oar, the creaking of an oarlock, the springlike leap and flip-flop of a fish. ("The North") ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#boats #moon #night #shore #storm

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#love #the-boat #death

A war of ideas can no more be won without books than a naval war can be won without ships. Books, like ships, have the toughest armor, the longest cruising range, and mount the most powerful guns. ↗

— Franklin D. Roosevelt

#books #ideas #sailing #ships #guns

Butler snapped his fingers. "Focus, Artemis! Time enough for your Atlantis Complex later. We have the Atlantis Trench outside that door and six miles of water above it. If you want to stay alive, you need to stay alert." He turned to Holly. "This is ridiculous. I'm pulling the plug." Holly's mouth was a tight line as she shook her head. "Navy rules, Butler. You're on my boat, you follow my orders." "As I remember, I brought the boat." "Yes, thanks for bringing my boat. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#boat #butler #holly #orders #focus

I thought the whole point of having a gay brother was that they were supposed to be all cool and shit. I’ve got a defective gay. ↗

— T.J. Klune

#gay

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down. ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#dreams

Ted Turner sailed into the meeting, and I mean sailed. He holds himself as if he were at the helm of his sailboat, in the process of winning the race. ↗

— Joseph Barbera

#himself #his #holds #i #into

Such is the human race, often it seems a pity that Noah... didn't miss the boat. ↗

— Mark Twain

#human #human race #miss #noah #often

We did not all come over on the same ship, but we are all in the same boat. ↗

— Bernard Baruch

#come #did #over #same #ship