#swim

My memories are of my dad taking me to football on Saturday mornings, and my mum taking me swimming. Those are the things I remember from my childhood, not sitting around the table debating capitalism and the profit squeeze. ↗

— David Miliband

#capitalism #childhood #dad #debating #football

Like most people I can be lazy, so it's nice to have a goal or deadline or reason to work out. I feel better when I get to exercise, or when I'm outdoors. I like to hike, swim and run, and I love to play soccer. ↗

— Viggo Mortensen

#better #deadline #exercise #feel #get

I love to swim in the nude and roam around the house in the nude. You're just as free as a bird! ↗

— Bettie Page

#bird #free #house #i #i love

Capo, my first golden retriever, so loved to swim she once jumped off a cliff to get into Lake Superior. ↗

— Sara Paretsky

#first #get #golden #into #jumped

I couldn't make it on the swimming team in high school. In fact, I got thrown off the swimming team and was forced to audition for the school play because they had at the audition about 35 girls show up and no boys, so my swimming coach suggested that I might be able to do the drama department more good than I was doing the swimming team. ↗

— Ron Perlman

#about #audition #because #coach #department

If I didn't swim my best, I'd think about it at school, at dinner, with my friends. It would drive me crazy. ↗

— Michael Phelps

#best #crazy #dinner #drive #friends

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

— Alan Rickman

#court #desire #directions #failure #i

Dead fish don't swim around in jealous tides. ↗

— Scott Weiland

#dead #fish #jealous #swim #tides

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#day #dejan-stojanovic #dream #dreams #literature

Perhaps swimming was dancing under the water, he thought. To swim under lily pads seeing their green slender stalks wavering as you passed, to swim under upraised logs past schools of sunfish and bluegills, to swim through reed beds past wriggling water snakes and miniature turtles, to swim in small lakes, big lakes, Lake Michigan, to swim in small farm ponds, creeks, rivers, giant rivers where one was swept along easefully by the current, to swim naked alone at night when you were nineteen and so alone you felt like you were choking every waking moment, having left home for reasons more hormonal than rational; reasons having to do with the abstraction of the future and one's questionable place in the world of the future, an absurdity not the less harsh for being so widespread. (from the novella, The Man Who Gave Up His Name) ↗

— Jim Harrison

#swimming #home