Quotes About Fish

I'm on this diet where you're supposed to eat only fish and meat.

Una de las ventajas de ser un pez pequeño es que nunca se esperan que vayas a devolver el mordisco.

The weather had relented, and fish, as they knew from their first visit to the river, were plentiful.

Scientists say that...gender bending may keep fish from reproducing because, with so many in sexual limbo, there's just no real push to procreate. Oh, if only deer, squirrels, and Kardashians would acquire this particular affliction. I'm just kidding. I don't really have anything against deer. Or squirrels.

The air among the houses was of so strong a piscatory flavour that one might have supposed sick fish went up to be dipped in it, as sick people went down to be dipped in the sea.

Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to.

But, according to the success with which you put this and that together, you get a woman and a fish apart, or a Mermaid in combination. And Mr Inspector could turn out nothing better than a Mermaid, which no Judge and Jury would believe in.

Fish should smell like the tide. Once they smell like fish, it's too late.

Give a Republican a fish and he'll think he learned how to fish. Teach him to fish and he'll call you socialist.

Lots: Young, fatty, oily fish—herring, wild salmon, sardines, and trout from the coldest waters. Eggs. Mammal meat, especially fatty meats from grass-fed or wild animals. Cheese, cream, butter, macadamia nuts, olive and coconut oils.

The net of the sleeper catches fish.

The air smelled like Bayou Teche when it's spring and the fish are spawning among the water hyacinths and the frogs are throbbing in the cattails and the flooded cypress.

The air smelled like Bayou Teche when is spring and the fish are spawning among the water hyacinths and the frogs are throbbing in cattails and the flooded cypress.

You know what death smells like? Fish blood that someone has buried in a garden of night-blooming flowers. Or a field mortuary during the monsoon season in a tropical country right after the power generators have failed. Or the buckets that the sugar-worker whores used to pour into the rain ditches behind their cribs on Sunday morning. If that odor comes to you on the wind or in your sleep, you tend to take special notice of your next sunrise.

I eat a lot of fish to stay healthy.

Various kinds of fish provide an abundant source of protein and are often leaner than other animal sources, so if I want my bodyweight to come down a bit, I can focus a bit more on fish and a bit less on protein sources like steak.

At home, we have fish and greens, fish and greens - maybe salmon steak with curried lentils. No poncy cooking goes on, we don't have dinner parties, we don't entertain.

Classifying thoughts, feelings and behaviors as diseases is a logical and semantic error, like classifying whale as fish.

The dolphin (dorado), which is a brilliantly colored tropical fish, must not be confused with the creature, also called dolphin, which is a small, toothed whale.

Calling Confucius a philosopher is the wrong classification. Like calling a whale a fish.

Normally, you want the river when the water is low and not when it's flooded. For example, there are parts of the Amazon where the water goes up to 15 meters high. This floods the forest, so a lot of the fish that normally stay close together are suddenly very hard to find.

The fish auctions at Peterhead, Fraserburgh, Scrabster and Kinlochbervie are bustling and successful, with good landings of fish from the north all the way to Norway.

Later, I found it too hard to give up, and so I've continued eating fish and other seafood, while trying to ensure it's sustainably sourced. This means I'm now one of those vegetarians I used to frown at - one who occasionally eats fish.

That is the Earth, he thought. Not a globe thousands of kilometers around, but a forest with a shining lake, a house hidden at the crest of the hill, high in the trees, a grassy slope leading upward from the water, fish leaping and birds strafing to take the bugs that lived at the border between water and sky. Earth was the constant noise of crickets and winds and birds.