Quotes
Quotes about End
Save a little money each month and at the end of the year you'll be surprised at how little you have.
If all the gold in the world were melted down into a solid cube it would be about the size of an eight room house. If a man got possession of all that goldâbillions of dollars worthâhe could not buy a friend, character, peace of mind, clear conscience or a sense of eternity.
Wealth maketh many friends. [Proverbs 19:4].
You read a book from beginning to end. You run a business the opposite way. You start with the end, and then you do everything you must to reach it.
A spark neglected has often raised a conflagration. [Lat., Parva saepe scintilla contempta magnum excitavit incendium.]
Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes in his teeth, and bending like a bow, That's to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw: Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand, That, bended end to end, and flerted from the hand, Far off itself doth cast. so does the salmon vaut. And if at first he fail, his second summersaut He instantly assays and from his nimble ring, Still yarking never leaves, until himself he fling Above the streamful top of the surrounded heap.
Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
A stick and a string with a fly at one end and a fool at the other.
For angling-rod he took a sturdy oak; For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; His hook was such as heads the end of pole To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole; This hook was bated with a dragon's tail,-- And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.
The end of fishing is not angling, but catching.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway Directs the roving trout this fatal way, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat. Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line! How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
The line with its rod is a long instrument whose lesser end holds a small reptile, while the other is held by a great fool. [Fr., La ligne avec sa canne est un long instrument, Dont le plus mince bout tient un petit reptile, Et dont Pautre est tenu pau un grand imbecile.]
Let flattery, the handmaid of the vices, be far removed (from friendship). [Lat., Assentatio, vitiorum adjutrix, procul amoveatur.]
The skilful class of flatterers praise the discourse of an ignorant friend and the face of a deformed one. [Lat., Adulandi gens prudentissima laudat Sermonem indocti, faciem deformis amici.]
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
What the fool does in the end, the wise man does in the beginning.
New ideas stir from every corner. The show up disguised innocently as interruptions, contradictions and embarrasing dilemmas. Beware of total strangers and friends alike who shower you with comfortable sameness, and remain open to those who make you uneasy, for they are the true messengers of the future. -Rob Lebow.
The bend in the road is not the end of the road unless you refuse to take the turn. -Anon.
Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
Fly fishing is a very pleasant amusement; but angling or float fishing, I can only compare to a stick and a string, with a worm at one end and a fool at the other.
Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
Don't dwell on what went wrong. Instead, focus on what to do next. Spend your energies on moving forward toward finding the answer.
If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
