#fish

I think Bush has a very selfish, arrogant point of view. I think he is interested in power, I think he believes his truth is the only truth, and that he will do what he wants to do despite the people. ↗

— Harry Belafonte

#believes #bush #despite #his #i

I was really conflicted. I had always planned to help the world. Instead, I was going to become an actress? That seemed like such a selfish thing to do. ↗

— Maria Bello

#always #become #going #had #help

The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket. ↗

— Rudolfo Anaya

#beauty #bless #carp #fish #golden

I eat fish and love bacon. Plus, I don't mind if soups are made with chicken or beef stock, I just don't like eating big pieces of meat. ↗

— Lisa Loeb

#beef #big #chicken #eat #eating

Extreme nationalism and Bolshevism have broken up the old world, a new world is in the making. It is literally true that old things are passing away; all things may become new, granted we have wise, unselfish, and determined guides. ↗

— John Raleigh Mott

#away #become #bolshevism #broken #determined

Our true passions are selfish. ↗

— Stendhal

#passions #selfish #true

Selfish- a judgment readily passed by those who have never tested their own power of sacrifice. ↗

— George Eliot

#sacrifice

Dried fish is a staple food in Iceland.This should be shredded with the fingers and eaten with butter. It varies in toughness. The tougher kind tastes like toe-nails, and the softer kind like the skin off the soles of one's feet. ↗

— Louis MacNeice

#toughness #food

I can't bear fishing. I think people look like fools sitting watching a line hour after hour--or else throwing and throwing, and catching nothing. ↗

— George Eliot

#life

The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas. It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down - sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray. At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing. But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward. ↗

— Terence McKenna

#community #creative #fisherman #human #imagination