I thought, as I have my living to get, and have not eaten today, that I might go a- fishing. That's the true industry for poets. It is the only trade I have learned.
Every great decision creates ripples. Like a huge boulder dropping in a lake. The ripples merge and rebound off the banks in unforseeable ways. The heavier the decision, the larger the waves, the more uncertain the consequences.
Let us not compare the genius with the clever; ocean with the lake!
The lake at Neverland is right in the very front, and you just want to dive in.
I was born in 1940 in Minnesota and grew up in the country. . . dirt roads, swamps, lakes, woods.
The Mediterranean will be turned into an Italian lake.
You won't find one fish in a million that has enough sense to come in when it rains.
Canada is a place of infinite promise. We like the people, and if one ever had to emigrate, this would be the destination, not the U. S. A. The hills, lakes and forests make it a place of peace and repose of the mind, such as one never finds in the U. S. A.
I am jealous of all those people who live on the shore of Dal Lake.
I object to fishing tournaments less for what they do to fish than what they do to fishermen.
The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted; the cloudless sky smiled at itself in the smoothly sparkling lake, the satin-green lawns rippled occasionally in a gentle breeze: June had arrived.
To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are Into the smallest thing you do. So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor Because it blooms up above.
I told a lie the other day. I said that I'd caught a 'bunch' of trout. What I should have said is that I caught a little trout that I named Bunch. There, I?ve confessed and now I feel much better.
It didn't matter that there were actually two lakes there,. . . It didn't matter that he had only $300 in his pocket. He had the gall, or the zeal, to call it not a school, or a college, but a university.
When your consciousness becomes a still mirror, a still lake, a silent reservoir of energy, God is reflected in it.
Poetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Our air, water, soil, forests, oceans, rivers, lakes, scenic beauty, wildlife habitat, minerals, that is the wealth of the country.
What a glorious new Scandinavia might not Minnesota become! Here the Swede would find again his clear, romantic lakes, the plains of Scane rich in corn, and the valleys of Norrland; here the Norwegian would find his rapid rivers. . . The climate, the situation, the character of the scenery agrees with our people better than that of any other American States.
Ugly ducklings don't turn into swans and glide off down the lake. Whether your sunglasses are on or off, you only see the world you make.