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“and yet a child’s utter innocence is but its blank ignorance, and the innocence more or less wanes as intelligence waxes.”
― Herman Melville, Billy Budd, Sailor

“Take charge of your life! The tides do not command the ship. The sailor does.”
― Ogwo David Emenike

“He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow, with black eyes, and hair as dark as the raven’s wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.”
― Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea

“To a fireman, wind is a curse. To a sailor, wind is a blessing.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“For I say there is no other thing that is worse than the sea is for breaking a man, even though he may a very strong one.”
― Homer

“Baha'ar,â€� he began, his voice soft; grave. “Do not die so far from the sea.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“My woman has a wandering eye;
Yarrow, thyme and thorn.
She eyes the ocean and the sky
While stitching sails, forlorn.
I got a kiss, and then a tear
As she bade me go;
But on the waves, my heart's in fear:
My woman's in the know.”
― F.T. McKinstry, The Gray Isles

“The first glance at the pillow showed me a repulsive sentinel perched upon each end of it--cockroaches as large as peach leaves--fellows with long, quivering antennae and fiery, malignant eyes. They were grating their teeth like tobacco worms, and appeared to be dissatisfied about something. I had often heard that these reptiles were in the habit of eating off sleeping sailors' toe nails down to the quick, and I would not get in the bunk any more. I lay down on the floor. But a rat came and bothered me, and shortly afterward a procession of cockroaches arrived and camped in my hair. In a few moments the rooster was crowing with uncommon spirit and a party of fleas were throwing double somersaults about my person in the wildest disorder, and taking a bite every time they stuck. I was beginning to feel really annoyed. I got up and put my clothes on and went on deck.
The above is not overdrawn; it is a truthful sketch of inter-island schooner life.”
― Mark Twain, Roughing It

“Whereas the slums in Hamburg are the slums of its sailors, Berlin is a big slum.”
― Kathy Acker, Eurydice in the Underworld

“She was like a mermaid enrapturing me the sailor with all her charms!”
― Avijeet Das

“They that go down to the sea in ships' see strange things, but what they tell is oft-times stranger still. A faculty for romancing is imparted by a seafaring life as readily and surely as a rolling gait and a weather-beaten countenance. A fine imagination is one of the gifts of the ocean-witness the surprising and unlimited power of expression and epithet possessed by the sailor. And a fine imagination will frequently manifest itself in other ways besides swear words. ("The Gorgon's Head")”
― Gertrude Bacon, The Gentlewomen of Evil: An Anthology of Rare Supernatural Stories from the Pens of Victorian Ladies

“A sailor is not defined as much by how many seas he has sailed than by how many storms he has overcome.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“A pair of workman’s brogans encased my feet, and for trousers I was furnished with a pair of pale blue, washed-out overalls, one leg of which was fully ten inches shorter than the other. The abbreviated leg looked as though the devil had there clutched for the Cockney’s soul and missed the shadow for the substance.”
― Jack London, The Sea Wolf

“He'll have to do without me, Jamie thought, not looking back. And then clearly, as if he'd been told, he knew Grenville /could/ do without him. There was somewhere else he had to go now, somewhere else he had to be.”
― S.E. Hinton , Hawkes Harbor

“...it was not considered right for a man not to drink, although drink was a dangerous thing. On the contrary, not to drink would have been thought a mark of cowardice and of incapacity for self-control. A man was expected even to get drunk if necessary, and to keep his tongue and his temper no matter how much he drank. The strong character would only become more cautious and more silent under the influence of drink; the weak man would immediately show his weakness. I am told the curious fact that in the English army at the present day officers are expected to act very much after the teaching of the old Norse poet; a man is expected to be able on occasion to drink a considerable amount of wine or spirits without showing the effects of it, either in his conduct or in his speech. "Drink thy share of mead; speak fair or not at all" - that was the old text, and a very sensible one in its way.”
― Eoghan Odinsson, Northern Lore: A Field Guide to the Northern Mind-Body-Spirit

“Nothing matches a Sailor’s kiss coming back home where he belongs.”
― Sameh Elsayed

“A true sailor is one who finds love in every port.”
― Tapan Ghosh

“Oh Sailor
pick up all your defeats
like pebbles beneath your feet
and fling them all into the sea!

Sniff the air
look how the birds fly
Adjust your ship's mast
and sail away
in search of newer victories!”
― Avijeet Das

“My wife and I said good-bye the next morning in a little sheltered place among the lumber on the wharf; she was one of your women who never like to do their crying before folks.

She climbed on the pile of lumber and sat down, a little flushed and quivery, to watch us off. I remember seeing her there with the baby till we were well down the channel. I remember noticing the bay as it grew cleaner, and thinking that I would break off swearing; and I remember cursing Bob Smart like a pirate within an hour.

("Kentucky's Ghost")”
― Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Terror by Gaslight: More Victorian Tales of Terror

“They don't take the Bible as a general thing, sailors don't; though I will say that I never saw the man at sea who didn't give it the credit of being an uncommon good yarn.

("Kentucky's Ghost")”
― Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Terror by Gaslight: More Victorian Tales of Terror

“As I'm smiling but fearing for the worse, he asks if I was in the Navy.
"NO. THIS IS JUST MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME."
"WELL, I WAS... FOR NEARLY TWENTY YEARS."
I don't know whether he wants me to apologize for impersonating a sailor, thank him for his service, or stop drooling as I melt into his eyes”
― Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love

“Oh! What stupids we were! cried Neb.
That is precisely what I had the honor of telling you before! returned the sailor.”
― Jules Verne

“The strongest storms make the best sailors. The strongest games make the best players. Tougher challenges make the best leaders.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Frontpage: Leadership Insights from 21 Martin Luther King Jr. Thoughts

“Nothing matches a Sailor's kiss coming back home where he belongs”
― Sameh Elsayed

“A costume partyâ€� greatâ€� a chance for the bimbos to whore themselves out with no penalty of conscience. I found myself excruciatingly curious as to what she was going as, a sailor? No. A pilot. That would be something”
― Bruce Crown, Forlorn Passions

“Pilate listened to the crowd. What sailor listens to the swell ? (Pilate écouta la foule. - Quel marin écoute la houle ?)”
― Charles de Leusse

“Fawn supposed Black's treaty had been made long ago. He was tall and unwavering, like one of the shaded lighthouses scattered across Cadoett's waters. How many ships were still lost? How many sailors never made it home? Black was resolute, and the mountain appeared to empower him.”
― Ella Rose Carlos, A Long Lost Fantasy