Famous Quotes & Sayings

Charles Spurgeon

I am throwing all my good works overboard, and lashing myself to the plank of free grace; for I hope to swim to glory on it.

Alan Rickman

I want to swim in both directions at once. Desire success, court failure.

David Sedaris

I see you that have a little swimming mouse

Bruno Tonioli

I think a lot of people have a vision of L.A. in which TV executives and movie directors plan their latest productions by the swimming pool.

Eddie Marsan

I went swimming the other day and my wife was watching and she said, 'You know, it's funny, it's when you've got no clothes on, no one recognizes you.' I said, 'What are you saying? That I should do more love scenes?

Eddie Izzard

I did bronze survival swimming. I could save people in a bronzey kind of way.

David Duchovny

Sometimes when I'm swimming, I think that maybe someday I'll put my red Speedo up for auction. Or maybe I'll donate it to the Smithsonian. They can stuff it with two plums and a gherkin and put it on display.

Audrina Patridge

I knew how to swim by the time I turned 4.

Denis Waitley

Losers let it happen; winners make it happen!

Charles Caleb Colton

Slight sorrow for sin is sufficient, provided it at the same time produces amendment.

Charles Dickens

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

Alan Paton

But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich.

William Shakespeare

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

John Heywood

Be of comfort, and your heavy sorrow Part equally among us; storms divided, Abate their force, and with less rage are guided.

Charles Wolfe

Go, forget me! why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing! Smile,—though I shall not be near thee; Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!

Edith Wharton

There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.

Edwin Hubbel Chapin

It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest.

Charlotte Bronte

There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms.