A Quote by Sarah Hall

Swimming in the cold and the dark of British autumn is not for the faint-hearted. — © Sarah Hall
Swimming in the cold and the dark of British autumn is not for the faint-hearted.
Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise.--Marianne Dashwood
I remember a story I once heard about drowning: that when you fall into cold water it's not that you drown right away but that the cold disorients you and makes you think that down is up and up is down, so you may be swimming, swimming, swimming for your life in the wrong direction, all the way toward the bottom until you sink. That's how I feel, as though everything has been turned around.
Love and forgiveness is not for the faint-hearted.
The search for the truth is not for the faint hearted.
True love is not for the faint-hearted.
The search for the truth is not for the faint-hearted.
Fortune is not on the side of the faint-hearted.
The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.
British swimming have created that environment where it is very friendly. And I think it is part of our sporting culture. Rainy Sunday, you go to the local swimming pool.
My favorite season is autumn, and Maine is lovely for that reason. In Maine, autumn begins on July 29. That's when you start building a fire in the fireplace and the leaves literally start falling from the trees. It is a cold and rugged and a beautiful place that reminds you with its many death traps - its painfully cold oceans, its sharp, jagged beaches, and perilous cliffsides - that nature doesn't care whether you live or die.
The road to positivity is strewn with the abandoned vehicles of the faint-hearted.
Stand-up comedy is not for the faint-hearted or the thin-skinned.
Architecture is not a profession for the faint-hearted, the weak-willed, or the short-lived.
True love is no game of the faint-hearted and the weak; it is born of strength and understanding.
Motherhood is not for the faint-hearted. Frogs, skinned knees, and the insults of teenage girls are not meant for the wimpy.
Muftis and bishops should be like ripe camembert cheeses - a bit on the nose and not for the faint-hearted, but memorable!
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