Tom Sutcliffe quotes

It's just that the longer I fish, the more I long for simplification and lightness.
-- Tom Sutcliffe

#Fishing #Rivers #Lakes

. . . . spending more time with my fly firmly attached to the branches of trees and almost none of it attached to the lips of a trout.
-- Tom Sutcliffe

#Sea #Fishing #Rivers

...secretly I lament the hundreds [of fish] we never caught because we forever persisted in fishing only the likliest holding water.
-- Tom Sutcliffe

#Sea #Fishing #Rivers

The fishing was good; it was the catching that was bad.

I do fish. I think there is a connection between thinking and fishing mostly because you spend a lot of time up to your waist in water without a whole lot to keep your mind busy.

A trout is a moment of beauty known only to those who seek it.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

The happiness of the drop is to die in the river.

But I do enjoy words—some words for their own sake! Words like river, and dawn, and daylight, and time. These words seem much richer than our experiences of the things they represent—

I'm as old as the moon and the stars, and as young as the trees and the lakes. My style comes from looking at what came before me, and from visiting a lot of places.

When the waters of a lake are absolutely still, the lake reflects the trees, the sky, and everything around it perfectly. At the slightest breeze, with the smallest ripple in the waters, the lake reflects nothing but itself. To see another with clarity and objectivity, one first must master stillness. The slightest breeze of judgment or interpretation from the rational mind will create a ripple that shatters Awareness and returns us to ordinary perception.

I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.

Idea for a short story. The shore of a lake, a young girl who's spent her whole life beside it, a girl like you She loves the lake the way a seagull does, and she's happy and free as a seagull. Then a man comes along, sees her, and ruins her life because he has nothing better to do. Destroys her like this seagull here.