lake

A little tranquil lake is more significant to my life than any big city in the world

Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.

There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true.

Every morningbefore the birds starttrilling me their stories,I give birth to a new lovethrough my same old heartwhen a lake__ placidityfinds life in the swans breathOnly for you...From the poem 'Only For You

When you're young you think that you're going to sail into a lovely lake of quietude and peace. This is profoundly untrue.

My Mom said she learned how to swim when someone took her out in the lake and threw her off the boat. I said, 'Mom, they weren't trying to teach you how to swim.'

Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horse pond.

When the fishbowl gets too small, it's time to pack up and leave and jump into the lake or ocean.

I write for a radio show that, no matter what, will go on the air Saturday at five o'clock central time. You learn to write toward that deadline, to let the adrenaline pick you up on Friday morning and carry you through, to cook up a monologue about Lake Wobegon and get to the theater on time.

On Sunday morning, it's Brooklyn Bagels on Beverly Boulevard. We get them hot. Then we walk some of the famous Silver Lake steps or hike in the hills to the highest vantage point to see the reservoir.

'The Lake of Dreams' grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.

Yeah! Bring it on lake!" -Coach Gleeson Hedge

If I had to describe the scent of Michigan in spring and summer, it wouldn't be aparticular smell _ blooming wildflowers or boat exhaust off the lake _ it would be a color: Green.

It was a generation growing in its disillusionment about the deepening recession and the backroom handshakes and greedy deals for private little pots of gold that created the largest financial meltdown since the Great Depression. As heirs to the throne, we all knew, of course, how bad the economy was, and our dreams, the ones we were told were all right to dream, were teetering gradually toward disintegration. However, on that night, everyone seemed physically at ease and exempt from life__ worries with final exams over and bar class a distant dream with a week before the first lecture, and as I looked around at the jubilant faces and loud voices, if you listened carefully enough you could almost hear the culmination of three years in the breath of the night gasp in an exultant sigh as if to say, __aw school was over at last!

just find your way, like a river settling into its bed, and the sigh of the wind over a lake, light but restful... content with the joy in the arc of an arm throwing a ball for a dog to fetch

When you sit tranquilly, you set a great example to the people who rush around in panic and thus you show the crazy waves the beauty of being a calm lake!

I have left behind what tethered me to the lake. The sadness. The self-pity. The dark tentacles of the murky sea monster only I could see. And I have come to appreciate the ocean. How the sun and salt together can leave things weightless, easy, and smooth around the edges. Like sea glass and driftwood.

Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?