Top 794 Lake Tahoe Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

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Last updated on December 18, 2024.
I feel like Salt Lake is a home for me now and it's become a home for my family.
My theory is that there is no word that you can say or noise that you can make with your mouth that is so horrible that it will send you to burn forever in that lake of fire! It's not gonna happen.
When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake, I disturbed its surface with countless circles. But when I reached the depths, I became very still.
There's a double beauty whenever a swan 
 Swims on a lake with her double thereon. — © Thomas Hood
There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
I'm so sorry - we had this cottage up in Lake Maxinkuckee, in Culver. I've thought so often of the poor Pottawattomies we took this land away from. They must have loved it so.
My cottage is on Lake Huron and it's always nice to have the chance to get away and hear the waves crashing while reading a good book.
I can't wait to have kids one day. I want to have kids and a farm with lots of animals on a lake.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
I usually have about 16 pills a day of various descriptions - I also have minerals from Salt Lake City and amino acids that get sent to me from Australia.
What 'War and Peace' is to the novel and 'Hamlet' is to the theater, Swan Lake' is to ballet - that is, the name which to many people stands for and sums up an art form.
I still feel Mormon. Those men in Salt Lake City can't decide who's Mormon and who isn't.
I want to qualify for the Tour Championship. Being a Georgia Tech grad, playing at East Lake would feel like home.
The air is full of a farewell- deserted by the silver lake lies the wild world, overturned. Cities rise where the mountains fell, the furnace where the phoenix burned
Once allow your soul to be disturbed by any violent emotion and, like the waters of a tempest-tossed lake, it can no longer reflect the divine Image. — © Monica Baldwin
Once allow your soul to be disturbed by any violent emotion and, like the waters of a tempest-tossed lake, it can no longer reflect the divine Image.
'The Lake of Dreams' grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.
The best largemouth bass fishing I've ever encountered was at Lake Huites, a vast impoundment on the outskirts of the Sierra Madre Occidentals in Sinaloa, Mexico.
I am a shell-fish just come from being saturated with the waters of the Lucrine lake, near Baiae; but now I luxuriously thrust for noble pickle.
I had kept opaque Down deeper than the canyons undersea The sullen spectrum of a buried lake Nobody saw; not seen even by me.
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.
All I heard was the blood rushing through my ears, and the distant rumble and crackle of the Lake of Fire. (And Khufu scratching himself and grunting, but that was nothing new.)
One of my dreams was always to have a piano - a room with a piano overlooking the ocean or a lake.
When I turned to writing fantasy, and writing for young people, it was joyous. It was like discovering an underground lake of ideas that went on forever.
When I was about 10 years old, the 'Ricki Lake show' aired in Israel, and it was the first time I was exposed to American reality culture.
I went camping and borrowed a circus tent by mistake. I didn't notice until I got it set up. People complained because they couldn't see the lake.
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 know of the leafy paths that the witches take Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool, And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake.
An ocean which thinks there is nothing to learn from a lake is not a wise ocean!
I want to express my deepest apology to the athletes, the people of Salt Lake City in Utah and the millions of citizens worldwide who love and respect the games.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...
I'm an old-fashioned guy... I want to be an old man with a beer belly sitting on a porch, looking at a lake or something.
I like to think each writer is doing his or her part. Feeding the lake, as Jean Rhys said. And maybe there are different lakes.
Eating cold tuna fish out of a tin on a porch while two people are in love across a lake - I think that's desperately lonely.
In Switzerland, on a high mountain, not far from Lucerne, there is a lake they call Pilate's Pond, which the Devil has fixed upon as one of the chief residences of his evil spirits.
I've truly grown up in Salt Lake. I've become a man, and I've become a professional.
The Almighty has been pleased to grant us a signal victory on Lake Champlain in the capture of one Frigate, one Brig and two sloops of war of the enemy.
When your consciousness becomes a still mirror, a still lake, a silent reservoir of energy, God is reflected in it.
When you write the story of two happy lovers, let the story be set on the banks of Lake Como.
I can't swim. I can't drive, either. I was going to learn to drive but then I thought, well, what if I crash into a lake?
I used to write in a room overlooking the valley from where I could see too much, whether checking the sheep and alpacas or seeing the trout rise on the lake. — © Antony Beevor
I used to write in a room overlooking the valley from where I could see too much, whether checking the sheep and alpacas or seeing the trout rise on the lake.
I worked with Chris Squire on a Greg Lake record in the early '80s, worked with Alan White.
I hated Matthew Bourne's 'Swan Lake' when it first turned up, and then when it was televised, and then when it returned.
Once I came to Salt Lake City, I didn't want to go anywhere else. It was home sweet home for me.
There is no such thing as a dirty word. Nor is there a word so powerful, that it's going to send the listener to the lake of fire upon hearing it.
It was useless to try to corner a man who told stories. It was like trying to drink all the water in a lake to get at a bright pebble on the bottom of it.
I grew up in a small village close to a big lake. There are heavy winds there, and they always sound different. I like these sounds best.
The village of Polgardi is a dusty roadside settlement northeast of Lake Balaton, a resort area in western Hungary popular with German tourists.
A facade of skyscrapers facing a lake and behind the facade, every type of dubiousness.
The Lake of Dreams grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.
Charles Wyly was born Oct 13, 1933, in Lake Providence, La., and for a period lived with his family in a shack without electricity or plumbing. — © Charles Duhigg
Charles Wyly was born Oct 13, 1933, in Lake Providence, La., and for a period lived with his family in a shack without electricity or plumbing.
A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
It's beginnings that are hard. I always begin with a great sense of dread and trepidation. Nietzsche says that the decision to start writing is like leaping into a cold lake.
The country is an archipelago of lakes,--the lake-country of New England.
I just love to be out on the lake, wakeboard, surfing, just playing, man.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.
Those waters which leave the main stream either cannot reach the sea and disappear in inland or find a better place, a beautiful lake.
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.
The others strapped themselves below - except for Coach Hedge, who insisted on clinging to the forward rail, yelling, "YEAH! Bring it on, Lake!
I conquered a fear of heights and water by bungee jumping from a crane over a lake. And if thats not crazy enough, I also wrestled a greased pig in a mud pit.
My mother and my sisters - five girls - were crazy about glamour and Hollywood movies. I styled myself on Veronica Lake and Marlene Dietrich.
I loved watching the base of those thunderstorms, the billowing tops of the cumulonimbus, the lightning that effortlessly lit up the lake and the sky. It was gorgeous, so energetic. I was in love.
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