Quote by Ovid Download Open image ““Let your hook be always cast in the pond. when you least expect it, there will be fish.”” — Ovid ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Don’t even think about it. You’ll never catch that big fish with your small hook.” — Phil Wohl Copy Share Image
“If you fish without proper bait, you will only catch disappointment.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
Let your hook be always cast. In the pool where you least expect it, will be fish. — Ovid Copy Share Image
“You’re fishing, Detective. Problem is you’ve got a line in the water, but you got no bait on your hook.” — Robert Dugoni Copy Share Image
“Try to keep your line in the water as much as possible. That’s where the fish are.” Best tip I ever got.” — Kirk Deeter Copy Share Image
“You must know what you are fishing for and have no fear of casting out; alternatively you will just end up with whatever the… — Cynthia E. Olmedo Copy Share Image
“If you cast your bait after the fish have passed, you will only catch despair.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“In this ever changing world, there are few things that have remained constant for me. The chance of hooking a nice trout still excites… — M.A. Bookout Copy Share Image
“There will be a time when you will come to realize you were a big fish in a small pond and either suddenly or… — Erick "The Black Sheep" G Copy Share Image
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share Image
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour. [Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are. — Ovid Copy Share Image
I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love. — Ovid Copy Share Image
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Rare is the virtue that's not ruled by Fortune, That stands unshaken even when Fortune flees. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies. — Ovid Copy Share Image