Port Quotes

The wind is never for the sailor who knows not to what port he is bound.

The ship is safest when it is in port, but that’s not what ships were built for.

A single bomb of this type, carried by boat and exploded in a port, might very well destroy the whole port, together with some of the surrounding territory.

Brooklyn Heights itself is a window on the port. Here, where the perspective is fixed by the towers of Manhattan and the hills of New Jersey and Staten Island, the channels running between seem fingers of the world ocean. Here one can easily embrace the suggestion, which Whitman felt so easily, that the whole American world opens out from here, north and west.

I didn’t go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of Port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don’t recommend Christianity.

An aged Burgundy runs with a beardless Port. I cherish the fancy that Port speaks sentences of wisdom, Burgundy sings the inspired Ode.

One can give advice comfortably from a safe port.

The people got daily worse from the cold and the bad water, and they must all have perished if they had not discovered the port about the time they did.

Never break the neutrality of a port or place, but never consider as neutral any place from whence an attack is allowed to be made.

A safe and convenient haven wherein a thousand ships may ride in safety.

As mariners are guided into port by the shining of a star, so Christians are guided to heaven by Mary.

Mary means Star of the sea, for as mariners are guided to port by the ocean star, so Christians attain to glory through Mary's maternal intercession.

We had some port, and drank damnation to the play and eternal remorse to the author.

My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.

The worse the passage the more welcome the port.

Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.

O friend, never strike sail to a fear! Come into port greatly, or sail with God the seas.

We should all be thinking very hard about whether it’s wise to have a labor system that can allow that sort of thing to happen. Is it right that the livelihoods of millions of Americans should hang on the whims of 50,000 dockworkers? Is it smart to give a single union the power to shut down a large portion of America’s critical infrastructure? Collective bargaining is important, but there should be limits on how destructive we allow that bargaining process to be. … But the worst thing about this strike is the nature of the ILA’s demands. Usually we think of strikes as being about higher wages, and maybe about better working conditions. The ILA’s wage demands are actually pretty close to being met. But the union is also demanding a complete ban on automation at the ports it controls. In fact, port automation is already heavily discouraged, both by the ILA’s existing contract, and by Department of Transportation Rules that stipulate that automation is never allowed to reduce the number or quality of jobs. But now the ILA wants to ban automation completely.

For me, boviscopophobia is an even stronger motive than semi-agoraphobia for staying on the ship when we're in port.

The life of Liverpool is commerce; it is a city of warehouses and shops.

Objectives can be compared to a compass bearing by which a ship navigates. A compass bearing is firm, but in actual navigation, a ship may veer off its course for many miles. Without a compass bearing, a ship would neither find its port nor be able to estimate the time required to get there.

Land was created to provide a place for boats to visit.

After a prosperous, but to me very wearisome, voyage, we came at last into port. Immediately on landing I got together my few effects; and, squeezing myself through the crowd, went into the nearest and humblest inn which first met my gaze.

We have this morning dropped anchor, just off Williamstown.