Top 931 Swan Lake Quotes & Sayings - Page 4

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

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

Some moralist or mythological poet Compares the solitary soul to a swan; I am satisfied with that, Satisfied if a troubled mirror show it, Before that brief gleam of its life be gone.

My brain feels like a cool, deep lake.

Salt Lake's got a cool vibe.

I have no idea! I have been writing for 35 years and from the beginning up to now the situation's almost the same. I'm kind of an ugly duckling. Always the duckling, never the swan.

Lake Como has always been a magnet for the elite.

In Lake Wobegon, we don't forget mistakes.

It is best to live with honor for just a day than with dishonor for many decades; better a short lived celestial swan than a century-lived crow.

My duchess,” James stated, his eyes sweeping the crowd with the air of a man who has ruled the waves. “She is not a swan, because that would imply she had once been an ugly duckling.

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

The lake of fire awaits my lady

This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.

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

What I find funny are peoples' blind spots. That's the funniest thing about anybody - when they just don't realize who they are. What's funny about seeing a hippo do ballet is it thinks it's a swan.

And a wheat thin the size of Lake Tahoe.

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

Contact lenses are for vain, weak-willed piglets who swan around showing off: 'Look everybody, I can see without spectacles. No one at first glance will ever assume I know how to surf the net.'

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

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.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.

Lake quiets, tired of my lies.

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.

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

In traditional 'Swan Lakes,' it's Prince Siegfried's 21st-birthday celebration, his coming-of-age. The entire court, from his mother the Queen on down, is on hand.

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

The Mediterranean will be turned into an Italian lake.

I was busier than a beaver in a coffee lake.

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

A lake that is noisy cannot reflect anything

Do you really believe that in the late 1800s Paddy Hannan would have walked 600 miles in the hot sun from Perth to Kalgoorlie to discover gold if he had to pay the Wayne Swan resource super tax?

Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.

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

No amount of observations of white swans can allow the inference that all swans are white, but the observation of a single black swan is sufficient to refute that conclusion.

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

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

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

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

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

Marilyn Manson is simply too dangerous for Darien Lake.

To this day, people are still talking about the Coral Casino's parties of the '30s, '40s, '50s - complete with antidotes of Errol Flynn's swan dives, Marlon Brando's secret cigar smoking spots, and Ester Williams' Aquacades.

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

I grew up in Newport, so I went to Boston growing up. The city holds a lot of special memories of my childhood, like the Swan Boats and Make Way for Ducklings.

I love the idea of species fluidity, I guess, the sense of the maiden inherent in the swan or seal, the youth inherent in the bear or deer. After all, human beings are animals.

The Salt Lake fans are so passionate.

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

The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I'm telling you, the gorgeous of the world can actually look pretty intimidating when they scowl. Imagine a snow-white swan with a scary tattoo holding a chain saw. There's just no way to really prepare for that.

Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.

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

'Cemetery Lake' was an interesting book to write.

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.