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A lake. A prayer. It's so lovely to be lovely in Private -Finch
Up the well known creek
We drove through the Old Dominion University campus, where a small permanent lake has formed in the back corner of a huge parking lot. "You can't pave under water," he noted dryly, "so this obviously wasn't under water when this parking lot was paved.
Yeah! Bring it on lake!" -Coach Gleeson Hedge
The material's out there, a calm lake waiting for us to dive in.
Mountains clothed in snow
Robed in white against blue skies
Mirrored in the lake.
I mean," I said, "it's not like the lake is a living thing." This was perhaps the worst thing I could have said. He looked suddenly alarmed. He put a hand, sticky as it was with gray sand, over my mouth. "Hush, darlin' girl! Hush! The lake hears your every word and knows your every thought.
What river can flood over the mountains of your love?
Wind waves on the lake break hard against the sharp rocks, but wash gently on sandy shores.
Those waters which leave the main stream either cannot reach the sea and disappear in inland or find a better place, a beautiful lake.
The lake i had grown up on was protected by thousands of acres of private forests. It kept out the reality of a harsher world and surrounded me with fun and privilege
The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.
Lake Wobegon, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve.
Are the kids at school?"
"No, they're in the lake. My God.
After an hour's drive, he pulled off onto a gravel road and followed it back to a lake surrounded by woods. At one time, the place had been special. He had gone fishing there with his sons when they were younger.
A lake that is noisy cannot reflect anything
Long drawn, the cool, green shadows
Steal o'er the lake's warm breast,
And the ancient silence follows
The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers,
And dreams of countless Junes,
Return when the lake-wind murmurs
Through golden August noons.
By the end of my last class, I've convinced myself that Lake doesn't need to know.
Are we going to sonar every lake on the ley line? Or just the ones that piss you off?
Night fishing accentuates the atmosphere of a lake. It is as if, once darkness falls, the character of the pool announces, "I am here.
Lake of the Woods is asleep for the winter, but it is dreaming. Marie feels that she can hear the dreams of the lake running through the ice, like thoughts in a language we don't know.
Don't go chasin'waterfalls,stIck to the rivers and lakes that you're used to
The lake is always east. East is always the lake. Anywhere else he's ever been he never knows where he is.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
Trying to find solace in the remaining
parks and lakes.
Now we're forced to get away,
take trips to the real
places.
The forest.
The ocean.
The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all.
You see another who looks thirsty.
Walking over to them, you nudge them on the back.
They look at you, and you gesture toward the lake with your head.
You and the other walk over there, and you are content and you are happy.
You are home.
Crater Lake is a caldera lake in the western United States, located in south-central Oregon. It is the main
feature of Crater Lake National Park and is famous for its deep blue color and water clarity. The lake
partly fills a nearly
I can't even find a pond small enough
to drown in without being ostentatious
Once I thought that Lake Forest was the most glamorous place in the world. Maybe it was.
Hey!" he shouted. "This is my fucking Lake of Death. I have complete and utter exclusive rights to sailing this lake. Get the fuck off my lake!
Every city has a town outside with a lake. I pull out my fishing pole and fish. I've been doing that for a long time.
Where's the dam water fountain I'm thirsty?
the middle of the guest room at the Blue Lake Historical
The bottom of a lake we cannot see, because its surface is covered with ripples. It is only possible for us to catch a glimpse of the bottom, when the ripples have subsided, and the water is calm.
I looked gloomily into the murky lake at the bottom of my teacup, and
Lake, I don't know what it is about you ... but I like you.
I really enjoy sailing on Lake Geneva because I can just look at the shore and see my wife having a barbecue with the kids.
If there were fish in the lake, fishing would make no sense.
Just as the calm unruffled lake, mirrors the beauty of a scene, I would reflect to those who read, the joys of love and life serene".
Wherever the trout are, it's beautiful.
That's not water. That's socialism juice. We should bomb Lake Erie.
Where there is water, there are people.
Lake Pend Oreille is definitely my favorite place to be while in Sandpoint. I love to get out on a boat to enjoy water sports, camping, fishing, or just to relax and catch a sunset.
The leaves on the white-barked quaky trees around the nearby lake glow like embers, fiery gold and auburn against the evergreens. The sight is a warm welcome home.
At some point when tending someone you love who is in pain, you reach the edge of a lake, and you look at each other with such joy at the stillness. [Letter unsent]
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
He picked up a pebble and threw it onto the solid lake where it bounded and rebounded on the surface of the ice.
Summertime is my favorite time of year in Sandpoint, reason being, Lake Pend Oreille is warm and ready for action.
The warehouse was a part of the wharves down at the lakeside, and even the chill waters of Lake Michigan were warmer than usual. They filled the air with more than the average water-scent of mud and mildew and eau de dead fishy.
Canoe plus waterfall equals I don't go camping anymore.
Canoe + waterfall = I don't go camping anymore.
Fuck balls, it's the bitch in the lake!
How very wet this water is.
Sean Corcoran and his wife saw a large, dark creature that swam across the lake before alighting on a rock and standing on its back legs, giving it a height of about 1.7 m. Curiously, its flipper-like extremities were red or orange.
Water you dead bastard
Wherever I can go, I hit the water, whether it's the ocean, or in L.A. it's Zuma Beach in Malibu; I just hit the water.
Q: Why did the teacher jump into the lake? A: She wanted to test the waters.
Fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges - icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested
Silently, as was our habit, Nathan and I walked to the end of Old Grove Road where a lake was dug into the earth, holding mystery upon mystery beneath its glassy surface.
XVIII. THE LOCHINVAR METHOD XIX. ON THE LAKE XX. A LESSON IN PICQUET
[L]ike the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled.
But what would interest you about the brook,
It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.
Far below, a deep blue lake absorbed the reflection of the clouds. Manicured gardens allowed the villa's occupants - and, more important,
Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.
We made many trips to the lake after that, and had many a hairbreadth escape and bloodcurdling adventure which will never be recorded in any history.
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
Fisherman looks for the fish in the middle of a mysterious misty lake; mankind looks for the meaning of life in the middle of a mysterious cold space!
The lake water was reinventing the forest and the white moon above it, and wolves lapped up the cold reflection of the sky.
That was where our fishing began
the coast, irregular
I didn't know there were mermaids in the lake.
The lake was hold-your-breath still, but I swore I could still hear Dad's howl of delight as he cannonballed off the dock, his knees pressed tightly against his chest, his smile just south of sane, the upcoming splash a virtual tidal wave in the eyes of his only son.
It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended.
Rivers, water streams, water falls, water lakes, seas and oceans confirm Your creativity.
What are more delightful than one's emotions when approaching a trout stream for the initial cast?
Lake Baikal in Russia has 25 percent of the freshwater resources of the world. Sixty-five percent of the Russian ecosystems are in danger. So let's preserve what we have, and let's take good care of nature.
There was a trout.
Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?
I grew up with the smell of the lake and the feeling of the woods.
The lake district's rain was the price you paid to live amongst such beauty.
A facade of skyscrapers facing a lake and behind the facade, every type of dubiousness.
When you go to see the lake, you also see the hippos.
The lake was no longer frozen; the complete stillness of the water
was in stark contrast to what she has just seen only moment ago. On the side
of the lake Rose could see the four figures still there and her fear returned....
... the Lake of Shining Waters was blue - blue - blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.
There were all sorts of myths and legends surrounding the lake. I mean, we're Indians, and we like to make up shit about lakes, you know?
The beauty of a house by the lake side in the middle of wilderness can best be appreciated not by those who permanently live in the house but by the travellers passing by!
When I was a boy, one of my uncles had a cabin on a lake in Wisconsin. My family went there for parts of three summers, and I loved it!
Crossing the Fens by boat there comes the realisation that water not earth or sky is the natural element in this landscape.
The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
The moon hung heavy over the lake like an overripe orange, trickling its golden stream of light across inky depths.
Sturdy swimmers afloat on water-couch
Beneath the heavy bill their treasured pouch
Fishes pray for them to fly far away
Inland lakes toast to the Pelican's day
Empty the pond to get the fish.
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.
It was the silent time before dawn, along the shores of what had been one of the most beautiful lakes in southern Africa.
I am earth, earth My heart's love Bursts with hay and flowers. I am a lake of blue air In which my own appointed place Field and valley Stand reflected
Yet if we wait, unafraid, beyond the fearful instant,
The burning lake turns into a forest pool,
The fire subsides into rings of water,
A sunlit silence.
London, dirty little pool of life
The lake at Neverland is right in the very front, and you just want to dive in.