Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
All there is to thinking is seeing something noticeable which makes you see something you weren’t noticing which makes you see something that isn’t even visible.
To him, all good things – trout as well as eternal salvation – came by grace; and grace comes by art; and art does not come easy.
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.
All good things come by grace, and grace comes by art, and art does not come easy.
Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect.
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
One great thing about fly fishing is that after a while nothing exists of the world but thoughts about fly fishing.
When exhausted and feeling sorry for yourself, at least change your socks.
We sat on the bank and the river went by. As always, it was making sounds to itself, and now it made sounds to us. It would be hard to find three men sitting side by side who knew better what a river was saying.
One of life’s quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful even if it is only a floating ash.
So it is that we can seldom help anybody. Either we don’t know what part to give or maybe we don’t like to give any part of ourselves. Then, more often than not, the part that is needed is not wanted. And even more often, we do not have the part that is needed.