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Scotch. It is a silly fish that is caught twice with the same bait

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“The best fisherman I know try not to make the same mistakes over and over again; instead they strive to make new and interesting mistakes and to remember what they learned from them.”  John Gierach “Fly Fishing the High Country”

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If you haven’t fallen off a horse…then you haven’t been ridin long enough.

Source : http://www.coolnsmart.com/cowboy_quotes/

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We knew that youth won’t keep for rainy days.
It burns and turns to ash too soon.
So we’d revel every minute
in the music of our Buick
running smooth, two rodeoin’ lovers
cruising to another—
beneath Montana’s blue roan
bucking horse moon.

Paul Zarzyski(.com) Poetry  The Bucking Horse Moon

Fishermen are born honest, but they get over it.” Ed Zern

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“The best fisherman I know try not to make the same mistakes over and over again; instead they strive to make new and interesting mistakes and to remember what they learned from them.”

John Gierach “Fly Fishing the High Country”

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Do not make the same mistake twice.

 

 

 

E kore te patiki e hoki ki tona puehu

 

The flounder (fish) does not return to his dust

 

Maori

http://www.maori.cl/Proverbs.htm

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Salty Waters

It’s sad to see the river now all silted up with mud

Where pools of crystal water lay before the yearly flood

Where once the yabbies make their homes in holes beneath the bank

There’s nothing now but salty brine that smells both foul and rank

The river gums that grew so tall and green beside the flow

Could not withstand the rising salt and so they ceased to grow

No trout will swim this river now they’re long since dead and gone

Mosquito fish, the only things that managed to hang on

When farming land was cleared and felled there was no way to see

The water table rising and the dread salinity

And every year more land is lost it’s just like some disease

It’s all because we came along and cut down all the trees

The trees were pumps that kept the salt locked up beneath the ground

But when the water table rose it was no longer bound

The river dies a little more with every passing year

And salt becomes a monster that we all have come to fear

Popanyinning Jan 2006

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It was a cold winter day. An old man walked out onto a frozen lake, cut a hole in the ice and dropped in his fishing line. He was there for almost an hour, without even a nibble, when a young boy walked out onto the ice, cut a hole in the ice not far from him. The young boy dropped his fishing line and minutes later he hooked a Largemouth Bass. 
The old man couldn’t believe his eyes but chalked it up to plain luck. But, shortly thereafter, the young boy pulled in another large catch. 
The young boy kept catching fish after fish. Finally, the old man couldn’t take it any longer. “Son, I’ve been here for over an hour without even a nibble. You’ve been here only a few minutes and have caught a half dozen fish! How do you do it?” 
The boy responded, “Roo raf roo reep ra rums rrarm.” 
“What was that?” the old man asked. 
Again the boy responded, “Roo raf roo reep ra rums rarrm.” 
“Look,” said the old man, “I can’t understand a word you’re saying.” 
The boy spit the bait into his hand and said, “You have to keep the worms warm!” – 

unknown, courtesy of Jack Shea

http://www.wiseoldsayings.com/humorous1.htm

“Wolves fear humans for good reason. Humans fear wolves out of misunderstanding. Jogn Theberge

http://silentwolfspirit.webs.com/poemsquotessayings.htm

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The Tantanoola Tiger

There in the bracken was the ominous spoor mark,
Huge, splayed, deadly, and quiet as breath,
And all around lay bloodied and dying,
Staring dumbly into their several eternities,
The rams that Mr Morphett loved as sons.

Not only Tantanoola, but at Mount Schanck
The claw welts patterned the saplings
With mysteries terrible as Egypt’s demons,
More evil than the blueness of the Lakes,
And less than a mile from the homestead, too.

Sheep died more rapidly than the years
Which the tiger ruled in tooth and talk,
And it padded from Beachport to the Border,
While blood streamed down the minds of the folk
Of Mount Gambier, Tantanoola, of Casterton.

Oh this tiger was seen all right, grinning,
Yellow and gleaming with satin stripes:
Its body arched and undulated through the tea-tree;
In this land of dead volcanoes it was a flame,
It was a brightness, it was the glory of death,

It was fine, this tiger, a sweet shudder
In the heath and everlastings of the Border,
A roc bird up the ghostly ring-barked gums
Of Mingbool Swamp, a roaring fate
Descending on the mindless backs of grazing things.

Childhoods burned with its burning eyes,
Tantanoola was a magic playground word,
It rushed through young dreams like a river
And it had lovers in Mr Morphett and Mr Marks
For the ten long hunting unbelieving years.

Troopers and blacks made safari, Africa-fashion,
Pastoral Quixotes swayed on their ambling mounts,
Lost in invisible trails. The red-faced
Young Lindsay Gordons of the Mount
Tormented their heartbeats in the rustling nights

While the tiger grew bigger and clear as an axe.
‘A circus once abandoned a tiger cub.’
This was the creed of the hunters and poets.
‘A dingo that’s got itself too far south’
The grey old cynics thundered in their beers,

And blows were swapped and friendships broken,
Beauty burst on a loveless and dreary people,
And their moneyed minds broke into singing
A myth; these soured and tasteless settlers
Were Greeks and Trojans, billabong troubadours,

Plucking their themes at the picnic races
Around the kegs in the flapping canvas booths.
On the waist-coats shark’s teeth swung in time,
And old eyes, sharply seamed and squinting,
Opened mysteriously in misty musical surprise,

Until the day Jack Heffernan made camp
By a mob of sheep on the far slope of Mount Schanck
And woke to find the tiger on its haunches,
Bigger than a mountain, love, or imagination,
Grinning lazily down on a dying ewe,

And he drew a bead and shot it through the head.
Look down, oh mourners of history, poets,
Look down on the black and breeding volcanic soil,
Lean on your fork in this potato country,
Regard the yellowed fangs and quivering claws

Of a mangy and dying Siberian wolf.
It came as a fable or a natural image
To pace the bars of these sunless minds,
A small and unimpressive common wolf
In desperately poor and cold condition.

It howled to the wattle when it swam ashore
From the wreck of the foundered Helena,
Smelt death and black snakes and tight lips
On every fence-post and slip-rail.
It was three foot six from head to tail.

Centuries will die like swatted blowflies
Before word or wolf will work a tremor
Of tenderness in the crusty knuckles
Around the glasses in the Tantanoola pub
Where its red bead eyes now stare towards the sun.

 

Max Harris

http://www.ernmalley.com/harris_poetry.html

When a man is wrong and won’t admit it, he always gets angry.

Haliburton

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“We are all mistaken sometimes; sometimes we do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. But it does not mean we are evil, or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.”

― Alison Croggon

As distance tests a horse’s strength, so does time reveal a person’s real character.

This saying tells us that a long period of testing is needed to understand one’s nature and capabilities.

http://www.chinahighlights.com/travelguide/learning-chinese/chinese-sayings.htm

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Kathy Earsman

A MODERN AUSTRALIAN POET

Forgive (Rondeau Redouble.)

Forgive yourself, my son, for errors past,
for weaknesses are only strengths reflected;
mistakes that seem so glaring, when recast
may bring solutions if they are respected.

Adventures led to outcomes unexpected;
and some were bound to leave you quite aghast,
in light of reason, do not be dejected,
forgive yourself, my son, for errors past.

Oh hold your self-respect and hold it fast!
Your tender heart deserves to be protected,
and self-recrimination cannot last,
for weaknesses are only strengths reflected.

Your strengths are vital, let them be directed,
for deep within you lies a wisdom vast;
you’ll see how inexperience affected
mistakes that seem so glaring, when recast.

And when the benefits you have amassed,
when all the stepping-stones have been connected,
be proud my son that journeys unsurpassed
may bring solutions if they are respected.

Then when your future course has been selected,
please know that strengths and weaknesses contrast;
they complement each other when inspected,
there never was a need to be downcast.
Forgive yourself my son.

much of the discovery of the world was based on failure rather than on success – on tactical errors and pipe dreams.”

― David Grann, The Lost City of Z: A Tale of Deadly Obsession in the Amazon

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SMOKE DREAMS

Tobacco smoke! Blue-grey in wreaths,–
Blue laurel-wreaths which float in air,
As if, invisible, serene,
A dreaming angel hovered there,
A spirit of clam kindliness,–
A touch of eyes that smile through tears,–
A mantle of forgetfulness,
Thrown in the passions of the years.

I cross my knees, I puff my pipe,
The gentle Summer warmth creeps in;
The Summer warmth ‘mid Winter’s snows,–
For indolence shall banish sin,–
And watch the tasselled smoke-drops fall,
And note the fringed smoke-plumes rise,
And see the dreams, in legions, turn
To smoky nothings in the skies.

Tobacco smoke, like silken web,
Suspended in the restful airs,
To me and mine in soothing rhymes
A dainty, artless burden bears;
Let cares rage on– let hopes renew–
The Yesterday, Tomorrow be–
But we are wise the smoke and I;
We cease regrets and troubles flee.

-A. B. Tucker

http://fujipub.com/ooops/quotes.html#smokedreams

When water throw away ah ground yuh can’t pick am up.

It is no use crying over a mishap.

http://www.guyana.org/proverbs.html

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“We are
the scylla sisters.
We love
each other
so much
though sometimes it hurts
and sometimes it is joy
and always
together.
We love each other.
Because no one else will.”
― Kate Griffin, The Glass God

The wise create proverbs for fools to learn, not to repeat.

~ African

http://afritorial.com/the-best-72-african-wise-proverbs/

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“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”

― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP

 

 

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

http://delphiauk.wordpress.com/2011/04/12/quotes-and-sayings/

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“He realised at once that a mistake had been made: he had been sent the wrong hangover. Somewhere in northern Rhodesia there was a bull elephant who had got drunk on fermented marula fruit, rampaged through a nearby village, and fallen asleep in a ditch, and was now pleasantly surprised to find itself greeting the day with only the mild headache that follows a couple of bottles of good red wine… Perhaps if he got in touch with the relevant authorities he could get this unfortunate little mix-up corrected, but he would have to do so without moving his head or opening his eyes. Otherwise he would die from the pain.”

― Ned Beauman, The Teleportation Accident

Logic, like whiskey, loses its beneficial effect when taken in too large quantities.

Lord Dunsany

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whiskey makes the heart beat faster
but it sure doesn’t help the
mind and isn’t it funny how you can ache just
from the deadly drone of
existence?”

― Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

I quit being afraid when my first venture failed and the sky didn’t falll down. –

Allen H. Neuharth

 

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“Life for both sexes — and I looked at them, shouldering their way along the pavement — is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. It calls for gigantic courage and strength. More than anything, perhaps, creatures of illusion as we are, it calls for confidence in oneself. Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle.”

― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

There is certainly a satisfaction and dignity to be gained in coming to terms with the mistakes one has made in the course of one’s life”

― Kazuo Ishiguro, An Artist of the Floating World

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Every man has his dignity. I’m willing to forget mine, but at my own discretion and not when someone else tells me to.

Denis Diderot

The roads we take are more important than the goals we announce. Decisions determine destiny.

Frederick Speakman

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“All courses of action are risky, so prudence is not in avoiding danger (it’s impossible), but calculating risk and acting decisively. Make mistakes of ambition and not mistakes of sloth. Develop the strength to do bold things, not the strength to suffer.”

― Niccolò Machiavelli

In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.

RUSKIN

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“Don’t allow your pride to push you away from those who truly care for you just because you are going through a rough patch in life. That’s exactly when you need them with you the most.”

― Ramona Matta

 

As soon as you sense any lingering or obstruction, all of it is false imagining. Just make your mind clean and free, like space, like a mirror, like the sun in the sky.

Yuan W

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“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“As long as the world is turning and spinning, we’re gonna be dizzy and we’re gonna make mistakes.” Mel Brooks

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“I know that spinning sets me in a trance; it soothes me and charges my batteries at the same time. When times are tough I sit down to spin during the news-broadcasts, with therapeutic results.”
― Elizabeth Zimmermann, Elizabeth Zimmermann’s Knitter’s Almanac

“If there was anything I learned from John the Baptist, it was that the sooner you confess a mistake, the quicker you can get on to making new and better mistakes.”

Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal

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“They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can be quiet and think.”
― Ellis Peters, The Heretic’s Apprentice

Fear is an insidious and deadly thing. It can warp judgement, freeze reflexes, breed mistakes. Worse, it’s contagious. ― Jimmy Stewart

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“After great pain, a formal feeling comes —
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs —
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical, go round —
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought —
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone —
This is the Hour of Lead —
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —
First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —”

― Emily Dickinson