#boats

Barack Obama is like the old joke about boats. The two best days of owning a boat are the day you buy it and the day you sell it. ↗

— Howie Carr

#barack #barack obama #best #boat #boats

Then, there was Greenpeace, I remember that when they first started out with the boats in the waters, and the guys in the boats between the whales and the boats that will hunting the whales with spear guns. ↗

— Rick Danko

#boats #first #greenpeace #guns #guys

I grew up in Newquay, on the Atlantic coast and there developed a love of the sea and boats. ↗

— Antony Hewish

#boats #coast #developed #grew #i

Rosencrantz: We might as well be dead. Do you think death could possibly be a boat? Guildenstern: No, no, no... Death is...not. Death isn't. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can't not-be on a boat. Rosencrantz: I've frequently not been on boats. Guildenstern: No, no, no--what you've been is not on boats. ↗

— Tom Stoppard

#death #death

I respected it. I submerged myself into it. So on a lot of days off I would go and fish with the fishermen and the families that ran the boats. I would go work the fields with farmers. I would go and talk with farmers about growing particular products for me. ↗

— Emeril Lagasse

#boats #days #families #farmers #fields

I was proud of the waves I had made, but wondered how many boats I was supposed to rock. ↗

— Phil Donahue

#had #how #i #made #many

I knew the whistle of each of the river boats on the Tennessee. ↗

— William Christopher Handy

#each #i #knew #river #tennessee

It's a combination of targeting higher paying jobs in these growth areas and fostering closer cooperation with higher education; a rising tide that lifts all boats. ↗

— John Hoeven

#boats #closer #combination #cooperation #education

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