“There's a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.” LastsJoyDiesLanguageGrowsToo MuchSeaWindGreenRetreat Author:Robert Graves
“Trout aren't naturally as selective as they've become in crowded tailwaters - they've been trained to be like that by too much fishing pressure. I've seen tailwater fish that are so hysterical they'll refuse naturals. You wonder how they get enough to eat.” EnoughWonderToo MuchSeaRiversPressureFishesRefuseBoatLakesFishingCrowdedSelectiveHystericalTrout Author:John Gierach
“The truth is that trout fishermen scheme and lie and toss in their sleep. They dream of great dripping trout, shapely and elusive as mermaids, and arise cranky and haggard from their fantasies. They are moody and neglectful and all of them a little daft. Moreover they are inclined to drink too much.” LittlesDreamLyingSleepFantasyToo MuchSeaDrinkTruth IsRiversFishesAriseBoatLakesFishingSchemesElusiveFishermanTossMermaidTroutDrippingMoodyCrankyDaftHaggard Author:John D. Voelker
“When I wrote a long story about the retreat of sea ice, I made clear it could go the other way for a while, and that doesn't mean we don't know that a warmer world will have less sea ice. It just means there's a lot of variability and people can pay too much attention to the big swings in one direction or the other.” PeopleKnowsWorldWayMeanLongMadeStoriesBigsPayAttentionClearToo MuchSeaIceSwingsRetreatOne DirectionLong StoryVariability Author:Andrew Revkin
“From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.” MenMayMotivationalSuccessFearToo MuchSeaWindSafeRiversThanksgivingDead ManMuch LoveHopes And Fears Author:Algernon Charles Swinburne
“Now it’s high watermark and floodtide in the heart and time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray will be the chorus now. What’s left to say? Suspect too much sweet-talk but never close your mind. It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. I leave half-ready to believe that a crippled trust might walk and the half-true rhyme is love.” MindBelieveHeartMightLeftWalksHalfToo MuchSeaReadySweetWindFortunateSuspectsRhymeChorusSprayCrippledNymphsSweet Talk Book:The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes Source: The Cure at Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes