Quotes About Pond

Debt vultures are really the scum at the bottom of the pond. These are guys who buy up the debts of the world's poorest countries on the secondary market. You can go buy debts of a country like Peru, for example, at a real discount. Why? Because people think that the debts won't be repaid.

The motor-car went Poop-poop-poop, As it raced along the road. Who was it steered it into a pond? Ingenious Mr. Toad!

The Boys and the Frogs SOME BOYS, playing near a pond, saw a number of Frogs in the water and began to pelt them with stones. They killed several of them, when one of the Frogs, lifting his head out of the water, cried out: Pray stop, my boys: what is sport to you, is death to us.

and we will have such a splendid row on grandfather's big pond. How nice it will be!" Annie kissed the child, who was her favourite among them all, for he seemed to love her best, and had called her "sister Annie" from the first; but still she said firmly, "We will have a beautiful row when spring comes, Willie; but on Thursday I had much rather stay at home with Rhoda!

The ancient green canopy of the rain forest rippled like the surface of a pond as trees crashed down.

If you think you are lost: beware bending the map. Don't say maybe it was a pond, not a lake; maybe the stream flowed east, not west. Leave a trail as you go. Try to mark trees.

Sri Ramakrishna said, Do not seek illumination unless you seek it as a man whose hair is on fire seeks a pond.

Confundí el cielo con las estrellas reflejadas por la noche en la superficie de un estanque.

Mylisz niebo z gwiazdami odbitymi nocÄ… na powierzchni stawu.

mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.

There are indeed ducks in Blackford Pond." "On it," muttered Isabel. "What?" "On the pond. There are ducks on the pond. There are fish in it." Even as she spoke, Isabel had no idea why she was being so pedantic, and

The first place that I can well remember, was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end. Over the hedge on one side we looked into a plowed field, and on the other we looked over a gate at our master's house, which stood by the roadside;

I think it is this that it is this that draws me to the pond on a night in April, bearing witness to puhpowee. Tadpoles and spores, egg and sperm, mind and yours, mosses and peepers - we are all connected by our common understanding of the calls filling the night at the start of spring. It is the wordless voice of longing that resonates within us, the longing to continue, to participate in the sacred life of the world.

All amphibians are tethered to the pond by their evolutionary history, the most primitive vertebrates to make the transition from the aquatic life of their ancestors to life on land.

It's been a balanced exchange: I worked on the pond and the pond worked on me, and together we made a good home.

The feeling that the world was at my feet and the feeling that I alone was cut off from the world, the sense of power and the anxiety, had both stayed with me ever since that evening at the pond.

The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.

By the pond, an old yew tree had grown against a millstone, like a finger swelling round a wedding ring.

Beware of the temptation to rationalize your sins by saying that they are too small or too personal to hurt anyone but yourself. As a small pebble thrown into a pond causes wide rings of reaction, your sin can cause a wide ring of suffering.

A psychiatrist does not want you to wake up. He tells you to dream some more, to find the pond and pour more tears into it. And really, he's just another bird drinking from your misery.

A fool can throw a stone in a pond that 100 wise men can not get out.

The car has become a secular sanctuary for the individual, his shrine to the self, his mobile Walden Pond.

I used to swim with these beavers in a beaver pond when I was 10. I went back when I was 11 and found there were no more beavers. I found that trappers had taken them all, so I became quite angry, and that winter I began to walk the trap lines and free animals from the traps and destroy the traps.

The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.