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You can't believe how bleeding scary the sea is! There's, like, whales and storms and shit! They don't bloody tell you that!
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sailing
sea
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Libba Bray |
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...this beginning motion, this first time when a sail truly filled and the boat took life and knifed across the lake under perfect control, this was so beautiful it stopped my breath...
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sailing
wind
sea
ocean
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Gary Paulsen |
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Bad, or good, as it happens to be, that is what it is to exist! . . . It is as though I have been silent and fuddled with sleep all my life. In spite of all, I know now that at least it is better to go always towards the summer, towards those burning seas of light; to sit at night in the forecastle lost in an unfamiliar dream, when the spirit becomes filled with stars, instead of wounds, and good and compassionate and tender. To sail into an unknown spring, or receive one's baptism on storm's promontory, where the solitary albatross heels over in the gale, and at last come to land. To know the earth under one's foot and go, in wild delight, ways where there is water.
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travel
inspiration
sailing
searching-and-finding
moving
moving-forward
growth
sea
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Malcolm Lowry |
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She found out that having something to do prevented you from feeling seasick, and that even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it was done in a seamanlike way. She was very taken with this notion, and later on she folded the blankets on her bunk in a seamanlike way, and put her possessions in the closet in a seamanlike way, and used 'stow' instead of 'tidy' for the process of doing so. After two days at sea, Lyra decided that this was the life for her.
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sailing
seafaring
sail
ship
sea
water
pirates
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Philip Pullman |
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If you're a sailor, best not know how to swim. Swimming only prolongs the inevitable--if the sea wants you and your time has come.
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futility
orlov
1966
sailing
drowning
swimming
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James Clavell |
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The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up--flaked up, with rose-water snow.
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sherbet
tropics
sailing
sea
summer
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Herman Melville |
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"My belief assumed a form that it commonly assumes among the educated people of our time. This belief was expressed by the word "progress." At the time it seemed to me that this word had meaning. Like any living individual, I was tormented by questions of how to live better. I still had not understood that in answering that one must live according to progress, I was talking just like a person being carried along in a boat by the waves and the wind; without really answering, such a person replies to the only important question-"Where are we to steer?"-by saying, "We are being carried somewhere."
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progress
sailing
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Leo Tolstoy |
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For those of you who wish to get a feel for it, get in the car and bring it up to fifty miles an hour and then stick your head and arms outside and, while driving, try to fold up a simple bath towel in the wind
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sailing
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Gary Paulsen |
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Thomas Blanky wondered if he had been an instrument of evil -- or perhaps just of folly -- when he had used his more than three decades of ice-master skills to get 126 men the impossible 250 miles through ice to this place where all they could do was die
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death
sailing
folly
ice
ship
skill
evil
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