I like to sit on the front porch of an old cabin I built in the woods and just listen to the birds; I like to fish in the pond and I always throw the fish back.
While some men believe in the infinite, some ponds will be thought to be bottomless.
I knew how many zeroes there were in a quintillion, but I thought that algebra lived in ponds.
I have tried being surreal, but my frogs hop right back into their realistic ponds.
Be an electric eel in a goldfish pond!
Empty the pond to get the fish.
Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?
After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
Like a stone thrown into a pond, a good deed can create ripples that extend far beyond the initial splash.
The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.
That’s where the dreams end: with the realization that it doesn’t matter where I am, whether I think I’m a woman or a fish or something in-between. I’ve never really left the pond. I still can’t breathe.
You cannot eat every tadpole and frog in the pond, but you can eat the biggest and ugliest one, and that will be enough, at least for the time being.
Today I saw a guy who looked like me in a funhouse mirror. He looked at me like, Hey, that's how I look reflected in the pond!
British films are all "room with a view and a staircase and a pond. "
Science, which cuts its way through the muddy pond of daily life without mingling with it, casts its wealth to right and left, but the puny boatmen do not know how to fish for it.
You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top.
I prefer being a small fish in a big pond.
I like being a big fish in a small pond. I'm not interested in a huge audience because it brings headaches.
What does it mean to grow rich? Is it to have red-blooded adventures and to make a ‘fortune,’ which is what brought the whalers and other entrepreneurs north? Or is it, rather, to have a good family life and to be imbued with a far-reaching and intimate knowledge of one’s homeland, which is what the Tununirmiut told the whalers at Pond’s Bay wealth was? Is it to retain a capacity for awe and astonishment in our lives, to continue to hunger after what is genuine and worthy? Is it to live at moral peace with the universe?
The largest pond is as sensitive to atmospheric changes as the globule of mercury in its tube.