Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
We can pray perfectly when we are out in the mountains or on a lake and we feel at one with nature. Nature speaks for us or rather speaks to us. We pray perfectly.
Let every man shovel out his own snow, and the whole city will be passable," said Gamache. Seeing Beauvoir's puzzled expression he added, "Emerson. " "Lake and Palmer?" "Ralph and Waldo.
Absolutely nothing was happening in my marriage. I nicknamed my waterbed, Lake Placid!
I'd like to know about some of the things that they teach down there, like building a lake. If I ever wanted to build a lake, I'd like to know how to do it.
To this day, I fondly recall the challenges of building a fire, pitching a tent, climbing a New England mountain, canoeing on a lake. Camp songs still resonate inside me. Competition exists at Keewaydin, of course, but nobody fails summer camp, a nice respite from winters of fortune and misfortune at school.
Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago!
You know what the economics are like in Red Lake County. There's no way a family can pay $15,000, $20,000 a year for health insurance and make it work. You just can't do it. It's got to change.
Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.
I think it requires a bit of honesty, Swan Lake.
I can't wait to have kids one day. I want to have kids and a farm with lots of animals on a lake.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. . I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,. and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout. . . "Yes. ". I want to know if you can get up. weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done. . I want to know what sustains you. when all else falls away.
Turning points in my life. . . the bush, the trails, lakes, waterfalls. . . moving camp from one wonderful lake to another. . . the companionship of a great individual, a wonder with canoe, axe and fish line.
I have a home in Salt Lake, and I have a home in Malibu, at the beach.
The mind should turn into a serene and stormless lake, where is reflected the complete panorama of the starry sky.
I left Montana in Spring of 1866, for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake city during the summer.
There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.
History is a state of yearning. I yearn for Kay Lake throughout this entire thing. There's an essay I've written where I talked about living in the past. There's a whole motif in the book of then and now. And I lived there.
Better try to stay wide awake, or you might end up found dead by the lake.
Once I thought that Lake Forest was the most glamorous place in the world. Maybe it was.