I can't drown my demons. They know how to swim.
The only regrets I have are rather prosaic - like I wish I went for a swim in the Pacific.
You know, there's a big world out there filled with desperate orphans who would gladly swim across an ocean of thumbtacks just to be eclipsed by the long shadow that is cast by my accomplishments.
Love is all around us all the time. Love is the ethers that we swim in. Love is the amniotic fluid of the soul.
A pelican that is wet walks with a gated limp, but a dry fish swims alone.
We esteem in the world those who do not merit our esteem, and neglect persons of true worth; but the world is like the ocean--the pearl is in its depths, the seaweed swims.
Some people are swimmers and they're born to swim. They're like fish in the water. I will definitely say it's someplace that I feel at home.
It's always nerve-wracking when you're hosting 'Saturday Night Live. ' You either sink or swim.
I try and stay limber, swim, run, ride motorcycles.
I used to feel like I was drowning. So I stopped trying to swim.
I could walk and swim at 10 months old.
In the hospital, I promised myself that I ever walked again, that I would eat well and swim every day.
Now it's fantastic, this is a medium that adults should be able to enjoy, it's not just for our kids. I feel like now with Adult Swim and all these different outlets for adults to enjoy animation, it's huge. I love being a part of it, absolutely love it.
Many people cycle or swim to keep trim. But if swimming is so good for the figure, how do you explain whales?
Don't wait for your ship to come in, swim out to it.
Swim upstream. Go the other way. Ignore the conventional wisdom.
Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.
The one thing I remember about Christmas was that my father used to take me out in a boat about ten miles offshore on Christmas Day, and I used to have to swim back. Extraordinary. It was a ritual. Mind you, that wasn't the hard part. The difficult bit was getting out of the sack.
And an ocean can swallow you, even when you can swim.
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.