Ponds Quotes - Page 3

The result of a single action may spread like the circles that expand when a stone is thrown into a pond, until they touch places and people unguessed at by the person who threw the stone.

I have tried being surreal, but my frogs hop right back into their realistic ponds.

The largest pond is as sensitive to atmospheric changes as the globule of mercury in its tube.

Every sentence he manages to utter scatters its component parts like pond water from a verb chasing its own tail.

British films are all "room with a view and a staircase and a pond."

The fox often offers the duck its pond.

I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them.

[He] was always here to offer cups of good clear Walden Pond, or shout down the deep well of Shakespeare and listen, with satisfaction, for echoes. Here the lion and the hartebeest lay together, here the jackass became a unicorn.

It is not wise for a man who can get seasick in a rowboat on a mill-pond to attack a Japanese dinner just after a seventeen days voyage across the Pacific.

But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock.

The Fitchburg Railroad touches the pond about a hundred rods south of where I dwell. I usually go to the village along its causeway, and am, as it were, related to society by this link. The men on the freight trains, who go over the whole length of the road, bow to me as to an old acquaintance, they pass me so often, and apparently they take me for an employee; and so I am. I too would fain be a track-repairer somewhere in the orbit of the earth.

Music is an ocean, but the repertory is hardly even a lake; it is a pond.

I prefer being a small fish in a big pond.

That’s where the dreams end: with the realization that it doesn’t matter where I am, whether I think I’m a woman or a fish or something in-between. I’ve never really left the pond. I still can’t breathe.

If you throw the pebble in the pond and the rings start circulating that much wider, you've done things and created things for people that they didn't think they'd ever be able to do. That excites me.

And the pond's stillness nippled as if by rain instead is pocked with life.

I can’t think of anyone else I’d travel around the universe with than Amy Pond.

At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water

I knew how many zeroes there were in a quintillion, but I thought that algebra lived in ponds.

Even nowadays some people see me as a "vreemde eend in de bijt" [translated literally as the strange duck in the pond. In other words, an outsider].

I take off my makeup with Ponds cold cream, and then I wash myself with gentle soap and water, and that's it.

When I was really young I used to collect frog spawn. I made a pond out of an old sink and I loved to spend hours watching the frogs grow.

Death is a fisherman, the world we see His fish-pond is, and we the fishes be; His net some general sickness; howe'er he Is not so kind as other fishers be; For if they take one of the smaller fry, They throw him in again, he shall not die: But death is sure to kill all he can get, And all is fish with him that comes to net.

Tonight I walked around the pond scaring frogs; a couple of them jumped off, going, in effect, eek, and most grunted, and the pond was still. But one big frog, bright green like a poster-paint frog, didn't jump, so I waved my arm and stamped to scare it, and it jumped suddenly, and I jumped, and then everything in the pond jumped, and I laughed and laughed.

You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines, all this leprous day and then more vodka, more soda and the pond forgiving our bodies, the pond sucking out the throb.