Top 786 Lake Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

I was busier than a beaver in a coffee lake.

I've surfed on Lake Michigan.

Cerise ran through the course in her mind. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path.” She paused, not sure if she’d said it correctly. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path.” “Thank you, Dora. Put the sword back into Backpack and we’ll go.” He nodded at the river. “Who is Dora?” “You are. Dora the Explorer. Vamanos. Put the sword away or I will take it from you.

The Mediterranean will be turned into an Italian lake.

Early in life, when I first saw waterlilies on the ripples of a lake, I didn't think they were flowers which grew from the water, but rather flowers which were mirrored from the shore into the lake. So many flowers grow in the silent waters of our souls, and they unfold their petals over the glaze of our consciousness: they grow from within us, but we think them reflections from the external world.

The idea of it (draining Lake Powell) is absolutely ridiculous.

YEAH! Bring it on, lake!

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

I think it requires a bit of honesty, Swan Lake.

A star is born in the teeth of the Lake Michigan wind.

Lake is jealous of mountain; mountain is jealous of lake!

It's always good to be back in Salt Lake City.

Marilyn Manson is simply too dangerous for Darien Lake.

Not every lake dreams to be an ocean. Blessed are the ones who are happy with whom they are.

Lake quiets, tired of my lies.

I am here at Lake Tahoe and there is magic at 6,000 feet.

This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.

You cannot dance an arabesque in 'Swan Lake' and 'Nutcracker' the same way.

The Salt Lake fans are so passionate.

I grew up on a lake on the border of Washington and Idaho.

If he comes in the dark, then it's KYAG Time!" - Harkat Mulds (The Lake of Souls)

The old order, it is good for the old. A farmer wants his son to be afraid of beautiful women, so that he will not leave home too soon, so he tells a story about how one drowned his brother’s cousin’s friend in a lake, not because he was a pig who deserved to be drowned, but because beautiful women are bad, and also witches. And it doesn’t matter that she didn’t ask to be beautiful, or to be born in a lake, or to live forever, or to not know how men breathe until they stop doing it.

Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake. It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds. They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily. There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.

Know all things to be like this: A mirage, a cloud castle, A dream, an apparition, Without essence, but with qualities that can be seen. Know all things to be like this: As the moon in a bright sky In some clear lake reflected, Though to that lake the moon has never moved. Know all things to be like this: As an echo that derives From music, sounds, and weeping, Yet in that echo is no melody. Know all things to be like this: As a magician makes illusions Of horses, oxen, carts and other things, Nothing is as it appears.

The truth is -- we are always highly motivated when something means a great deal to us. If I fell into a deep lake and I didn't know how to swim, I would become highly motivated in an instant. Climbing from the lake would mean more to me than anything else in the world. My effort would be no less than astounding and I would suddenly become one of the most excited and enthusiastic persons imaginable.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The lake of fire awaits my lady

Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.

The lake at Neverland is right in the very front, and you just want to dive in.

A man who lives with intentions is bound to feel frustration. A man who lives with expectations is bound to feel frustrated because existence has no obligation to you. But if you live without intentions, without expectations, then miraculously you find that everything that you ever dreamed of is being fulfilled. The moon is reflected in the lake - the lake never asked it, the moon never intended it. Existence goes on spontaneously. Don't bring your desire, your ambition and your expectation; they are the disturbing points. They create a chaos in your mind.

Boating on the lake is one of my favorite summer activities.

Let us not compare the genius with the clever; ocean with the lake!

Salt Lake's got a cool vibe.

No, I don't take soup. You can't build a meal on a lake.

If there were fish in the lake, fishing would make no sense.

Lake Como has always been a magnet for the elite.

Lotta people don't know where Utah is but it in Salt Lake.

During the Tertiary period the whole valley of Mexico was one great lake.

My brain feels like a cool, deep lake.

Music is an ocean, but the repertory is hardly even a lake; it is a pond.

I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.

I live in Salt Lake City, and I don't have a lot of gay friends.

Suppose a number of equal waves of water to move upon the surface of a stagnant lake, with a certain constant velocity, and to enter a narrow channel leading out of the lake. Suppose then another similar cause to have excited another equal series of waves, which arrive at the same time, with the first. Neither series of waves will destroy the other, but their effects will be combined.

Idea for a short story. The shore of a lake, a young girl who's spent her whole life beside it, a girl like you She loves the lake the way a seagull does, and she's happy and free as a seagull. Then a man comes along, sees her, and ruins her life because he has nothing better to do. Destroys her like this seagull here.

Reelfoot is, and has always been, a lake of mystery.In places it is bottomless. Other places the skeletons of the cypress-trees that went down when the earth sank, still stand upright so that if the sun shines from the right quarter, and the water is less muddy than common, a man, peering face downward into its depths, sees, or thinks he sees, down below him the bare top-limbs upstretching like drowned men's fingers, all coated with the mud of years and bandaged with pennons of the green lake slime.

'Cemetery Lake' was an interesting book to write.

The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.

She's filing her nails while they are dragging the lake.

In Lake Wobegon, we don't forget mistakes.

I used to do a lot of fishing with my dad, usually in Beckton Boating Lake.

Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea.

I grew up with the smell of the lake and the feeling of the woods.

And a wheat thin the size of Lake Tahoe.

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

I have been to non-denominational churches like National Community Church in Washington D.C., but I've also gone to Lake Placid Baptist and a slew of other churches. I got baptized with my fiancé (Nic Taylor) this last year at Saranac Lake Baptist Church (in New York), so maybe that makes us Baptist. But for me, it's really been about my relationship with Christ and not so much about a denomination or a label.

You will find a spring by the dwelling of the dead, to the left. Next to it stands a white cypress. Do not approach that spring, do not go near it. You will find another spring that pours from the lake of Memory, cool water gushes out of it. There are guards in front of it. Address these words to them: I am daughter of the earth and the star-covered Sky, and I descend from the Sky; and that you know; I burn and die of thirst; let me drink quickly of the cool water that gushes from the lake of Memory. And they will allow you to drink from the sacred spring.

Who doesn’t have a polo shirt? Only somebody from, like, Lake Minnetonka.

A lake that is noisy cannot reflect anything

Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago!