Beautiful Quote by Mary Oliver

“At Blackwater Pond At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a…

— Mary Oliver

The smell of the sea, of kelp and fish and bitter moving water, rose stronger in my nostrils. It flooded my consciousness like an…

— Ross Macdonald

“Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the…

— Norman Maclean

“One last mystery: on one of the little ponds, this morning, I saw wind riffling the first of the waterlily leaves. They haven’t all…

— Mark Doty

When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped…

— Mary Oliver

I entered the water as naked as when my mother bore me. When I first touched the cold water I felt a shudder go…

— Tayeb Salih

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Underwater, bubbles erupted before my eyes as a swift hand snatched my arm and pulled me to the surface. I gasped for air, coughing…

— Laura Kreitzer

You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of…

— Haruki Murakami

“I put a sour cherry pastille on my tongue, but the combination jarred. A meaty, protein taste was called for. With a cool skin,…

— William Scott Home

A narrow pond would form in the orchard, water clear as air covering grass and black leaves and fallen branches, all around it black…

— Marilynne Robinson

Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun…

— Patrick Rothfuss