Port Quotes

“Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.”
― Samuel Jackson

“Doing things for others gives you a lovely glow." "So does port," I said cynically.”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

“I was struck by the ancient, pagan feel of the place. New Orleans doesn't feel like any other American city I've been to. It has an atmosphere like Rome or Istanbul, a sense of the veil being very thin between this world and the world of the fictional and the dead. It is an eerie, haunted, and beautiful place - as any port should be.”
― Craig Ferguson, Riding the Elephant: A Memoir of Altercations, Humiliations, Hallucinations, and Observations

“Set your sail to the big world, to the big ports but never forget your little world, your little port!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“A boat without port is free only until the storm breaks out!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“We are all born in a little port but not all of us sail the vast oceans! Majority remains in the port!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“You must never despise the port you were born because no matter how small or how bad it is, it is the place you have started sailing to the universe!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“All the ports are hidden in every port because through one port you can reach all the ports! Anywhere is actually everywhere because there is a hidden door in anywhere opening to everywhere!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“You have sea, you have boat, you have oars, and then why on earth you are rotting in the port?”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When your life is stormy, take a refuge to a port: To music or to literature, in short, to art, to any kind of art!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If you feel that you are rotting in a port, nothing can make you happy other than leaving that port and sailing to new ports!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The more you get used to the calm of the harbour, the more alien the waves and realities of the sea become for you!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Viața era vaporul din port, care nu mergea spre infinit...”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Night in Lisbon

“The port is just a cemetery for ships who love adventure, storms and waves!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“You can’t see new places by staying in the port!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Even though you are in love with your port, leave it to see how your port looks from other ports!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Solitude is not a port to drop anchor, but only a port to rest for a while!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Every beautiful street is a port of happiness!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“A ship on the port always waits for you to sail to the oceans!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When you leave a port, ask yourself two questions: What mark you have made on that port and what have you learned from that port?”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Could a flavor be pleased with itself and its position in the world? That was plum. Not the sharp-flavored skin and the sweet flesh of a fresh plum, but more the concentrated flavor when the fruit was cooked down for a tart filling. Like the taste of port. In fact, I liked to pair plum and port together.”
― Judith Fertig, The Cake Therapist

“Life without port is tiring; life without travel is boring!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If you are unable to stay in any port on earth, we can conclude that travelling itself is your port!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The ports also have dreams: To go to the other ports!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Sometimes you wait for a ship so long that even if the ship comes to your port, you don't even go and look at the ship!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When the storm starts, there is nothing more humiliating than taking shelter in a port you once despised!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“A ship that does not miss any of the ports it has left means that it only loved the sea!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The flooding in North Port from hurricane Ian was horrendous!”
― Steven Magee

“(...) Si quería, podía quemarlo hasta que quedara reducido a cenizas. Pero si iba a hacer esto, tendría que ser su puerto seguro y él tendría que ser el mío.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“Finite Navigation by Stewart Stafford

Happiness is but a harbour in a storm;
Greater tempests lash far-off docks,
Gauntlets to run to the last port of call,
Never a permanent plateau of nirvana.

Life's weather patterns pivot and feint,
Everything beyond our fingertip reach,
If we go off course with coins on our eyes,
The rocks of avarice pace in ocean spray.

We set sail or get driven from our sanctuary,
Shelter granted at the behest of strangers,
Captains of our ship, La Mirage, wave dancing,
Mates and blood as crew, fish and fowl companions.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford