Quotes About Swimming

He thinks I suffer from depression. But I'm just quiet. Solitude and depression are like swimming and drowning. In school many years ago, I learned that flowers sometimes unfold inside themselves.

I don't have a bathin' suit," I tell them. "Don't worry," Brittany says. "Doug probably has one in the pool house you can wear." In the pool house, Doug looks through a drawer searching for suits. "There's only two here." Doug picks up a skimpy Speedo and holds it out to me. "This okay for you, big guy?" "That wouldn't fit my right testicle.

La verdadera vida de Carmela acababa de comenzar y ella no tenía dudas de lo que eso comportaba. Permanecería muda y expectante entre los poderosos y los extraños. Nadaría como un pececillo y aprendería a respirar bajo el agua.

Unlike the seeds, I'd thrown the bucket much farther out. I tried swimming underwater, looking in its general direction and seeing nothing but inky midnight. I splashed to the surface, inhaled deeply then crash-dived like a submarine. There it was! In the purple haze of subsurface sunlight, I could just make out a small object hovering on a narrow ledge of gravel. Just one block over, and it would have been lost forever.

Alone, seated in a strange house filled with strangers, I felt as if I were in dangerous waters, swimming badly and out of my depth. I was plankton in an ocean of whales.

Aaron Peirsol was the man. Ryan Lochte is also insane. Like, if Phelps wasn't around, we'd all be talking about Ryan Lochte as the dude who changed everything, because he's insane as well.

At least our ducks and geese live in backyard pens, though trudging outside to fill their plastic swimming pools involves a trip through the basement, where two convalescing turkeys yip pathetically if I don't coo and hand-feed them grain.

You don't have to be a great swimmer to appreciate the benefits of sensory solitude and the equilibrium the water can bring.

Buoyancy, floating, weightlessness. Freedom. These are the words we use to talk about swimming. Is it a coincidence that this is also the language we use to talk about the lightness of being, the wellness of being, that we strive for in this corporeal world?

I will tell you the one thing that distinguishes swimming from all other forms of exercise." I listen carefully. "People enjoy it a lot more.

Over time, swimming has shifted from mere mechanics and survival—a military skill, practiced by men—to achieve a more intangible significance: a form of recreation, a pleasure, something that can sharpen your spiritual as well as physical health. This idea of swimming for wellness, emotional resonance, whole personhood, rings true to me. The physical is intertwined with the psychological.

Three decades of swimming, of chasing equilibrium, have kept my head firmly above water. Swimming can enable survival in ways beyond the physical.

Some of the benefits of swimming derive, ironically, from daring to come as close as we can to this very fight for survival. That's the sublime: the awe and the terror, together. Those moments of panic, the electric flashes of fear, are elucidating, exhilarating. The act of getting in is a small defiance of death itself.

Black children drown at a rate five times that of white children. And as with so many other things, money also has a heavy hand in the way swimmers are made: in the United States, nearly 80 percent of children in families with a household income of less than fifty thousand dollars have no or low swimming ability.

When I ask one swimmer, a middle-aged woman named Kate, how she'd characterize the two clubs, she confides that the Dolphin Club is "like living with your parents—we're more conservative. The South End is like the frat house. They're more risky." Standing next to Kate is her friend, a South Ender, who laughs appreciatively at this.)

Learning to swim meant learning how to relinquish control, to thrive in a space of uncertainty.

to be ignorant of "either letters or swimming," Plato declared, was to lack a proper education.

Swimming has always been a means of escape: physical, spiritual, mental. And if that's true, then what better place is there for a swim team than a war zone?

Many of us have joined a swim team at one time or another, and there is a shared foundational experience here that's worth examining. Battle past the desperate life-or-death phase of swimming, and you begin to appreciate how good the water feels. Join a team, and you begin to appreciate the company you keep. Competition happens when you get good enough at swimming to want to be better.

Swimming's benefit, he argues, has as much to do with intellectual enhancements as it does the achievements of the body. The ideal modern swimmer focuses on the whole experience rather than the perception of exercise as a "tune-up." Important, too, is the pride we feel in the well-exercised body. "The fuller sense of self we have," Young once told an interviewer, "the more responsibility we take for it.

Atticus had owned an old canvas-top touring car, and once when he was taking Jem, Henry, and Jean Louise swimming, the car rolled over a particularly bad hump in the road and deposited Jem without.

I decided to go swimming. I don't know how to explain this, but I wanted to purge my body of something by exercising it to the limit. Purge it—of what? I spent some time wondering about that. Purge it of what? I didn't know.

My family had a membership to the Riverside Yacht Club where my brother, Sandy, learned to sail, and I competed in local swim races. My sister, Marcia, became a competitive springboard diver, and my brother excelled in water polo.

There were several things a Yale freshman was supposed to be able to do. You had to demonstrate in the Olympic-size Yale pool that you could swim 50 yards or be inducted into swimming class.