Top 71 Mast'ry Quotes
#1. Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.
John Milton
#2. Love will not be constrain'd by mastery.
When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon
Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone.
Love is a thing as any spirit free.
Geoffrey Chaucer
#3. Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!
Walter Scott
#4. He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath, boiling and eddying up, on every side. There was another vessel before them, toiling and labouring in the howling storm: her canvas fluttering in ribbons from the mast.
Charles Dickens
#5. I had a dream I named my boat after you. I love to raise your mast.
Amanda Mosher
#6. And indeed bad as his clothes were and coarsely as he spoke, he had none of the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast, but seemed like a mate or skipper accustomed to be obeyed or to strike.
Robert Louis Stevenson
#7. Fabio Capello needs to nail his hammers to the mast.
Andy Townsend
#8. By the way, I don't mean to pick nits here, but Obama has just ordered the flag at half-mast for 10 days for Mandela. He did not order the flag at half-mast at all for Lady Thatcher.
Rush Limbaugh
#9. Smith opened the door and a small white chicken walked in, looked around curiously, and exploded. Where it had been was an onion, fully rigged with mast and sails.
Terry Pratchett
#10. Na, she's righted again," said a cool young fisherman, "and they've gotten down that unchancy mast. They maun have stout hearts and skeely hands that work her; but it's for life, and that learns folk baith pith and lear. There! - but it's owre now.
Mrs. Oliphant
#11. Public opinion is the pennant on a nation's mast which shows the politician and the editor how to trim the sails.
Austin O'Malley
#12. Day by day. No yesterdays and no tomorrows. The barometer never changes, the flag is always at half-mast.
Henry Miller
#13. What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#14. When other presidents used the executive pen, they used to it for things like should we lower the flag at half mast for someone who died and things like that. When President Obama uses it, he changes the way America does business.
Eric Bolling
#15. The terrifying physics of going up-mast in heavy seas are inescapable.
Abby Sunderland
#16. Haul up the flag, you mourners, Not half-mast but all the way; The funeral is done and disbanded; The devil's had the final say.
Karl Shapiro
#17. The gooseneck," Badim adds, with a quick smile at Freya. "It connects the boom to the mast, but it isn't very robust.
Kim Stanley Robinson
#18. But he sleeps on the top of his mast
with his eyes closed tight.
The gull inquired into his dream,
which was, I must not fall.
The spangled sea below wants me to fall.
It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all.
Elizabeth Bishop
#19. Nail the colours to the mast! That is the right thing to do, and, therefore, that is what we must do, and do it now. What colours? The colours of Christ, the work He has given us to do- the evangelization of all the unevangelized.
Charles Studd
#20. Kunley belongs to a spiritual school of thought known as crazy wisdom. Every religion has its branch of crazy wisdom. The Christians have their Fools for Christ. The Muslims have their Sufi Mast-Qalanders. The Jews have Woody Allen. Yet none is as crazy, or as wise, as Drukpa Kunley.
Eric Weiner
#21. Peter was a gentle, red-haired bear of a man. Standing at six-four in his socks, he moved everywhere with a slight and nautical sway, but even though he was broad across the chest there was something centered and reassuring about him, like an old ship's mast cut from a single timber.
Graham Joyce
#22. The scene fascinated me: a round straw hat; the funnel leaning left, the stairway leaning right; the white drawbridge, its railings made of chain; white suspenders crossed on the back of a man below; circular iron machinery; a mast that cut into the sky, completing a triangle.
Alfred Stieglitz
#23. If I ever found where he'd stashed my spiked heels, I was going to nail his black heart to the mast of his fucking boat.
Leylah Attar
#24. Sexual intercourse ... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.
Anais Nin
#25. What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship that will cross the sea, we plant the mast to carry the sails, we plant the planks to withstand the gales
the keel, the keelson, and beam and knee
we plant the ship when we plant the tree.
Henry Abbey
#26. Let your home be you mast and not your anchor.
Kahlil Gibran
#27. He rested sitting on the un-stepped mast and sail and tried not to think but only to endure.
Ernest Hemingway,
#28. So listen
one way to lower the flag to half-mast is just to lower the flag. There's another way though. You can also just raise the pole. You can raise the pole to like twice it's original height.
David Foster Wallace
#29. We seem to be riding on the top of the highest mast of the tallest ship; and yet at the same time we know that nothing of this sort matters; love is not proved thus, nor great achievements completed thus; so that we sport with the moment and preen our feathers in it lightly.
Virginia Woolf
#30. It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.
Suzanne Collins
#31. Stupid rock gods!" Leo yelled from the helm. "That's the third time I've had to replace that mast! You think they grow on trees?"
Nico frowned. "Masts are from trees."
"That's not the point!
Rick Riordan
#33. Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different? I offer you a choice. Join my crew ... and postpone the judgment. One hundred years before the mast. Will ye serve?
Davy Jones
#34. Have Jesus always for your patron, His Cross for a mast on which you must spread your resolutions as a sail. Your anchor shall be a profound confidence in Him, and you shall sail prosperously.
Francis De Sales
#35. Stupid rock gods! Leo yelled through the helm, thats the third time ive had to replace that mast! You think they grow on trees?
Nico frowned. Masts are from trees.
Rick Riordan
#36. No Fridolf, bother all this learning. I can't study anymore because I must climb the mast to see what kind of weather we're going to have tomorrow.
Astrid Lindgren
#37. The first time I saw America was from my perch on the mast of a Spanish naval ship, where I could spot the Statue of Liberty reaching proudly into the open, endless American sky.
Jose Andres
#38. How I wish I could fist a bit of old-fashioned beef in the fore-castle, as I used to when i was before the mast.
Herman Melville
#39. If I can leave a single message with the younger generation, it is to lash yourself to the mast, like Ulysses if you must, to escape the siren calls of complacency and indifference.
Edward Kennedy
#40. The cakes and pies and casseroles beckoned like gastronomic sirens, and there was no one to lash me to the mast.
Chris Fabry
#41. Drowning, she clung fiercely to that small, splintered piece of mast bobbing in the ocean we call justice. There is no justice, of course, or very little of it, and counting on it as a life raft is a big mistake.
Siri Hustvedt
#42. Why spend your whole life on the high seas looking for treasure,' Peter asked, talking to the clouds as he scaled a rope up what remained of the half-crumbled mast, 'when you could have a promised pay check in exchange for all the life you'd live between nine-and-five.
Audrey Greathouse
#43. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
William Shakespeare
#44. I could see the bay in the distance and where the ship should have been. Instead we found a burnt mast protruding from the waves.
Stacy Buck
#45. You feel pretty ,manly to me," I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes.
"And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms.Greene.
L.J. Shen
#46. Life is a voyage across troubled waters where our days are often spent clinging to the top of the highest mast, scouting for a comforting glimpse of shore.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#47. To write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a flag to the top of a mast in a raging gale.
Virginia Woolf
#48. If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems we're told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without the breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere fast.
(History Will Teach Us Nothing)
Sting
#49. Admiral Nelson, also, on a capstan of gun-metal, stands his mast-head in Trafalgar Square; and even when most obscured by that London smoke, token is yet given that a hidden hero is there; for where there is smoke, must be fire.
Herman Melville
#50. Identity was just a box people liked to put themselves in, a mast to tether to in a storm, a security blanket.
Leonardo Donofrio
#51. A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?
Victor Hugo
#52. I am your boat! I am your crew
Your rudder and your mast -
Your friend, I am your limpet too
And your elastoplast.
- Tintinnabulum
Mervyn Peake
#53. Honey will wipe the floor with you." His eyes went half-mast, and his voice dropped in evident pleasure. "I know.
Patricia Briggs
#54. I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.
Henry David Thoreau
#55. Claudette turned her arms upward to show us her tattooed wrists. One held the skull and crossbones of the Wilted Rose. The other resembled the flag which adorned the mast above us. A ship's wheel with two swords crossed through it.
Freedom Matthews
#56. Between his legs was his enormous cock - mmm, even at half-mast Markus was huge, with a thick shaft and long length most men would envy. His balls were large and meaty - so lickable.
Kate Kent
#57. The enemy now began to appear from the mast-head.
John Byng
#58. And suddenly his cock was out, jutting upward from his breeches like a fat pink mast.
George R R Martin
#59. Cram nailed his colours to the mast and threw down the Great Pretender
Ron Pickering
#60. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.
John Milton
#61. Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast
It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.
Kahlil Gibran
#62. *The ancient whale-cry upon first sighting a whale from the mast-head, still used by whalemen in hunting the famous Gallipagos terrapin.
Herman Melville
#63. When I die I have visions of fags singing 'Over the Rainbow' and the flag at Fire Island being flown at half mast.
Judy Garland
#64. Its single mast reached high towards the stars and its slender form creaked with every lapping wave.
Jack Croxall
#65. A pirate once shouted 'Avast! I've caught you, you seadog, at last! Best pull out your sword - I'm coming aboard! Drop your britches, and climb up me mast!
J.L. Merrow
#66. He smirked, his lids lowering to half-mast. Twinkling, hot-lava, sexy cake, sex-on-a-stick, obscene levels of charisma.
Penny Reid
#67. At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#68. Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor.
Abby Sunderland
#69. But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, "Courage, dear heart," and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face.
C.S. Lewis
#70. In Saint Stylites, the famous Christian hermit of old times, who built him a lofty stone pillar in the desert and spent the whole latter portion of his life on its summit, hoisting his food from the ground with a tackle; in him we have a remarkable instance of a dauntless stander-of-mast-heads;
Herman Melville
#71. Oh yeah - I watched Knife in the Water, saw the shot, and repeated it. But even if I hadn't seen that film, inevitably the camera would've ended up on top of that mast, I mean if you think of it there are only so many dynamic shots on a boat.
Phillip Noyce
