Quotes About Fishing

He can't have gone, he said Christ know he can't have gone. He's making a turn. Maybe he has been hooked before and her remembers something of it. The he felt the gentle touch on the line and he was happy.

Que va," the boy said. "There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only you.

He could see the fish and he had only to look at his hands and feel his back against the stern to know that this had truly happened and was not a dream.

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eight-four days now without taking a fish.

if the day was bright, I would buy a liter of wine and a piece of bread and some sausage and sit in the sun and read one of the books I had bought and watch the fishing.

The myriad flecks of the plankton were annulled now by the high sun and it was only the great deep prisms in the blue water that the old man saw now with his lines going straight down into the water that was a mile deep.

It was higher than a big scythe blade and a very pale lavender above the dark blue water. It raked back and as the fish swam just below the surface the old man could see his huge bulk and the purple stripes that banded him. His dorsal fin was down and his huge pectorals were spread wide.

Nick did not want to go in there now. He felt a reaction against deep wading with the water deepening up under his armpits, to hook big trout in places impossible to land them. In the swamp the banks were bare, the big cedars came together overhead, the sun did not come through, except in patches; in the fast deep water, in the half light, the fishing would be tragic. In the swamp fishing was a tragic adventure. Nick did not want it. He did not want to go down the stream any farther today. He

It was good to be in bed, sheets, stretching out full length, dipping his head in the pillow. Good in bed, comfortable, happy, fishing tomorrow, he prayed as he always prayed when he remembered it, for the family, himself, to be a great writer, Kate, the men, Odgar, for good fishing, poor old Odgar, poor old Odgar, sleeping up there at the cottage, maybe not sleeping, maybe not sleeping all night. Still there wasn't anything you could do, not a thing.

on je volio razmišljati o svemu što proživljava a kako nije imao što ?itati niti je imalo radio, mnogo je razmišljao i nastavio je razmišljati i o grijehu. Nisi ti ubio ribu samo da preživiš i da je prodaš na tržnici, pomisli. Ubio si je iz ponosa i zato što si ribar. Volio si je dok je bila živa, i volio si je i poslije toga. Ako je voliš, nije grijeh ubiti je. Ili je možda zato još ve?i grijeh?

Si-apoi, se gândi batrânul, toata lumea omoara pe toata lumea într-un fel sau altul. Pescuitul ma omoara în aceeasi masura în care ma tine în viata.

Å koda, že to vÅ¡echno nebyl opravdu jenom sen a tu rybu jsem ulovil. Je mi to líto, rybo. Takhle to skon?it nemÄ›lo.

Qué va, the boy said. There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only you. Thank you. You make me happy. I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong. There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say. I may not be as strong as I think, the old man said. But I know many tricks and I have resolution.

they're too big. If that doesn't offer a pleasure, then why do fishing?

Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his wide lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.

The old man dropped the line and put his foot on it and lifted the harpoon as high as he could and drove it down with all his strength, and more strength he had just summoned, into the fish's side just behind the great chest fin that rose high in the air to the altitude of the man's chest. He felt the iron go in and he leaned on it and drove it further and then pushed all his weight after it.

His choice had been to stay in the deep dark water far out beyond all snares and traps and treacheries. My choice was to go there to find him beyond all people. Beyond all people in the world. Now we are joined together and have been since noon. And no one to help either one of us. Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for. I must surely remember to eat the tuna after it gets light.

You make as good a fisherman as a goat's arse makes a trumpet.

The line snapped with a crack and both fishermen, losing their balance, fell onto the wet sand. "Bloody hell!" Dandelion yelled so loud the echo resounded through the osiers. "So much grub escaped! I hope you die, you son-of-a-catfish!

then catch a few carp from the fishponds for

De ti se saca un pescador lo mismo que del culo de una cabra una trompeta.

If I pull in a fish I have no intention of eating, I release him immediately or give it away. If he's swallowed the hook and you know the fish is going to die, rather than leave him to the sharks you should bring him in for the vitamin content. Aquariums welcome fish for feeding the dolphins and whales.

Until the middle of the nineteenth century, Biarritz was a community of whalers. During the Middle Ages, it had grown from a small fishing village into a profitable whaling industry. Whale oil was liquid gold to these sea-faring folk.

There are only two occasions when Americans respect privacy, especially in Presidents. Those are prayer and fishing.