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Speech is as a pump, by which we raise and pour out the water from the great lake of Thought,--whither it flows back again.
The beauty of a lake reflects the beauty around it. When the mind is still, the beauty of the Self is seen reflected in it.
I really enjoy sailing on Lake Geneva because I can just look at the shore and see my wife having a barbecue with the kids.
Ye monsters of the bubbling deep, Your Maker's praises spout; Up from the sands ye codlings peep, And wag your tails about.
A good rule of angling philosophy is not to interfere with any fishermans ways of being happy, unless you want to be hated.
Presidents have only two moments of personal seclusion. One is prayer; the other fishing - and they cannot pray all the time!
I had kept opaque Down deeper than the canyons undersea The sullen spectrum of a buried lake Nobody saw; not seen even by me.
The fact is, there's a great deal of hair-splitting fussiness when it comes to fly-fishing, most of it as silly as a top hat.
Born in the Flint, Michigan, big boat sailing on the Great Lakes and skiing in the winter was how most of my youth was spent.
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.
Catch-and-release fishing is an ecological necessity, not my preference. The practice smacks of bad faith, an inauthentic act.
The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.
Welcome to Lake Wobegon, where all the women are strong, all the men are good-looking, and all the children are above average.
The wind had seized the tree and ha, and ha, It held the shivering, the shaken limbs, Then bathed its body in the leaping lake.
I'm terrified to go in lakes because you can't see the bottom, and not knowing what's there watching you is really scary to me.
In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
The fly angler who says they have never, ever fallen while wading , is either a pathogenic liar, or has never been fly-fishing.
The trouble with weather forecasting is that it's right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it.
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
A silent dark...as black as a moonless lake, as a ravine's wings, darkness there and nothing more, merely this and nothing more.
There's always been an assumption that ocean shipping coming in and out of the Great Lakes is critical to the economy. It isn't.
Me, I'm spiritually retarded, I need to be knee deep in water with a fly rod in my hands, that's about as close to God as I get.
IT was the time of day when Lake Eden residents decided it was too late for a breakfast cookie and too early for a lunch cookie.
Our concept of a family holiday was going to a guest house in the Lake district or Wales, where walking was part of the holiday.
Fishing is taking a huge toll on the planet's ecosystem. We are emptying the oceans, seas, lakes, and rivers as we fish them dry.
My paintings repeat a feeling about Lake Michigan, or water, or fields...it's more like a poem...and that's what I want to paint.
When, by meditation, we withdraw restless thoughts from the lake of the mind, we behold our soul, a perfect reflection of Spirit.
I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.
I cannot stand people who disagree with me on the issue of Roe v. Wade... which I believe is about the proper way to cross a lake.
I grew up hunting and fishing in Land Between the Lakes. I have so many great memories of camping with my mom over at Redd Hollow.
In a puddle, ask for a pool; in a pool, ask for a lake; in a lake, ask for an ocean. This is the way for a frog to reach the stars!
Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery element were made for wise men to contemplate, and fools to pass by without consideration.
Yet compared with the serious things of life, fishing is after all rather trivial. The thoughtful angler must frankly confess this.
Our air, water, soil, forests, oceans, rivers, lakes, scenic beauty, wildlife habitat, minerals, that is the wealth of the country.
I don't suppose I ever entirely release a fish. I may not eat it, but that does not mean I take nothing from it before I let it go.
My garden is a forest ledge Which older forest s bound; The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge, Then plunge to depths profound!
The true fisherman approaches the first day of fishing season with all the sense of wonder and awe of a child approaching Christmas.
Consciousness of a fact is not knowing it: if it were, the fish would know more of the sea than the geographers and the naturalists.
I should like a great lake of ale, for the King of Kings. I should like the family of heaven to be drinking it through time eternal.
Fishing should be a ceremony that reaffirms our place in the natural world and helps us resist further estrangement from our origins.
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
It's an odd fact of life that whichever side of the stream you're on, two-thirds of the best water is out of reach on the other side.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
Those waters which leave the main stream either cannot reach the sea and disappear in inland or find a better place, a beautiful lake.
I want to go to New Zealand. I have no idea what it's like, and in my head, everyone lives in/on an ice lake, so I'd like to come stay.
A golf ball can stop in the fairway, rough, woods, bunker or lake. With five equally likely options, very few balls choose the fairway.
When I was 16, I discovered wildlife. My father took me to a place called Algonquin Park in Northern Ontario - it has some 1,600 lakes.
I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself. What company has that lonely lake,I pray?
I bought my wife a new car. She called and said, "There is water in the carburetor." I said, "Where's the car?" She said, "In the lake."