President David O. McKay put it beautifully when he said, speaking of mothers, 'This ability and willingness properly to rear children, the gift to love, and eagerness, yes, longing to express it in soul development, make motherhood the noblest office or calling in the world. . . ' (Gospel Ideals, Salt Lake City: Improvement Era, 1953, pp. 453-54).
Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond.
Fishing seems to be the favorite form of loafing.
One little leak becomes a lake, Says the tiny voice in my earpiece
I think my heart breaks daily living in Salt Lake City, Utah. But I still love it. And that is the richness, the texture.
Oh, yes, I taught 13 and a half years. I taught English, first at a Catholic school and then at El Toro High School in Lake Forest, Calif.
The Congo is really beautiful. People correct me and say, "Oh, you mean the Democratic Republic of the Congo. " Well, fine. But, the land there, the landscape is extraordinary. It's big lakes and beautiful hills and trees.
These are the technicalities. The jetes and pirouettes. . but the music of the dance lies in the subtle signals between the steps: the fish's delivery of them, the fisherman's read of and response to them, which, if she's good, must be near telepathic. That's what takes a death-grip on your concentration. That's why your mind empties of all trivia, which, when playing a fish, includes just about everything else you could possible think of. That is what anglers live for.
By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.
Over the years, whenever I've felt that little twinkle in the hairs on the back of my neck. , as I encountered an original thought or observation in a fishing book, I've turned the corner of the page down.
Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy: a drop of it could dilute a lake of hate.
No human being, however great, or powerful, was ever so free as a fish.
I am jealous of all those people who live on the shore of Dal Lake.
Fish in the water represent pure potential. If the water is not clear, we do not know if they exist at all. To get them to bite something connected to a line and pull them into our world is managing a birth that brings these creatures from the realm of mysytery into the world of reality. It is a kind of creation.
I like speed, so I like taking the jet skis out and hitting the water, or hitting the lake. In the winter, unfortunately, I used to ski a lot but I haven't been able to ski in the past few years because thank God I've been working, so that's a good reason not to.
Man is a complex being: he makes deserts bloom - and lakes die.
As far as I can ascertain the reasons for missing a rising fish come from faulty reactions. When we miss a fish we are either too fast or too slow
Better try to stay wide awake, or you might end up found dead by the lake.
I used to like fishing because I thought it had some larger significance. Now I like fishing because it's the one thing I can think of that probably doesn't.
Every city has a town outside with a lake. I pull out my fishing pole and fish. I've been doing that for a long time.