Quotes About Fish

Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.

How big can a giant Japanese spider crab grow?" "Ten feet," I said instantly. "Very good. Hm. What color is a banded butterfly fish?" "Black and silver. Too easy!" "Too pointless, more like," Mom said under her breath.

I don't care about being a princess! And since I'm already a young lady, how else could I behave? That's like asking a fish to learn how to swim!

On Fridays there were fish fries or boils at which they served "lawyers" (burbot or eelpout), so-called because their hearts were in their butts.

His fish smells fishier than the others- he is sure of it. Perhaps he has been poisoned.

Where are the fish, though? In the sea they say, in the boats we pray, said Dan, quoting a fisherman's proverb.

story is more than just a discarded by-product if your bare experience. Story is its own bare experience. Fish swim in water, unaware that it is water. Birds fly in air, unaware that it is air. Story is the air that you people breathe, the ocean you swim in, and we books are the rocks along the shoreline that channel your currents and contain your tides. Books will always have the last word, even if nobody is around to read them.

story is more than just a discarded by-product of your bare experience. Story is its own bare experience. Fish swim in water, unaware that it is water. Birds fly in air, unaware that it is air. Story is the air that you people breathe, the ocean you swim in, and we books are the rocks along the shoreline that channel your currents and contain your tides.

Can one drown in one's element... If fish can drown in water, can human beings suffocate in air?

The trouble with the English was that they were English: damn cold fish! - Living underwater most of the year, in days the colour of night!

Now, training fighters is like trying to catch fish. It's not the strength but the technique.

I'd rather be a success as a fish than a failure as a fish trying to be a bird.

there was a storm of enormous proportions, with winds so strong that dozens of fish were drawn up from the reedy shallows, then lifted above the village in a shining cloud of scales.

time was like a river, and I was a fish in that river, moving so quickly that the world outside my household was blur.

The silver trout were so numerous that if every one had turned into a star, the river would have been shining with light; a man out on a skiff would then be able to find his way past Hamilton, all the way into Boston, guided by a shimmering band of water.

Oddly, Leigh couldn't think of anything to say. How exactly should one respond to a threat spelled out in fish?

And Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.

Eels from the Tiber are a traditional Roman delicacy, pan-cooked with soft onions, garlic, chiles, tomatoes, and white wine, but a much more common dish is baccalà , preserved salt-cured cod, which is fried in thin strips, then simmered in a tomato sauce flavored with anchovies, pine nuts, and raisins. For really good fresh fish, you are better off heading either up or down the coast, toward Civitavecchia to the north or Gaeta to the south.

When lightning strikes at sea, why don't all the fish die?

A corner of the night sky, beyond a wall of trees, blooms red. In the lurid, flickering light, he sees that the airplane was not alone, that the sky teems with them, a dozen swooping back and forth, racing in all directions, and in a moment of disorientation, he feels that he's looking not up but down, as though a spotlight has been shined into a wedge of bloodshot water, and the sky has become the sea, and the airplanes are hungry fish, harrying their prey in the dark.

When lightning strikes the sea, why don't all the fish die?

in a moment of disorientation, he feels that he's looking not up but down, as though a spotlight has been shined into a wedge of bloodshot water, and the sky has become the sea, and the airplanes are hungry fish, harrying their prey in the dark.

and fish dripping blood

I love to kill fish,' Sayle went on. 'But when I saw this specimen of Physalia physalis , I knew I had to capture it and keep it. You see, it reminds me of myself.' 'It's ninety-nine per cent water. It has no brain, no guts and no anus.' Alex had dredged up the facts from somewhere and spoken them before he knew what he was doing.