Swimming is one of the hardest sports.
A brick could be used to help you become an Olympic swimmer. Tie the brick around your legs and have a friend drop you off someplace, say the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and then simply swim back to shore. By the time you hit the beach, you’ll be ...
The crew gathered for a hurried meeting on the foredeck – mostly because Percy was keeping an eye on a giant red sea serpent swimming off the port side. ‘That thing is really red,’ Percy muttered. ‘I wonder if it’s cherry-flavoured.’ ‘W...
Marriage...one of the most civilized institutions in the world...But...swimming is one of the most wonderful of sports, and yet there are always some people who cannot swim who insist on going into the water and getting drowned. Many people spoil mar...
Chet Duncan: You know, Bryce... once's character is set at an early age. I'd hate to see you swim out so far you can't swim back. Bryce Loski: Sir? Chet Duncan: It's about honesty, son. Sometimes a little discomfort in the beginning... can save a who...
Chet Duncan: You know, Bryce... one's character is set at an early age. I'd hate to see you swim out so far you can't swim back. Bryce Loski: Sir? Chet Duncan: It's about honesty, son. Sometimes a little discomfort in the beginning... can save a whol...
Swimming isn't everything, winning is.
I'm pretty much in love with 'Adult Swim.'
You're either an Olympian or not in swimming.
In this business you either sink or swim or you don't.
(...) the woman we love ought to swim as slowly as we do, she ought to have no past of her own to look back on happily. But when the illusion of absolute identity vanishes (the girl looks back happily on her past or swims faster), love becomes a perm...
Jutta whispers, “A girl got kicked out of the swimming hole today. Inge Hachmann. They said they wouldn’t let us swim with a half-breed. Unsanitary. A half-breed, Werner. Aren’t we half-breeds too? Aren’t we half our mother, half our father?
But really, anybody could die any day, whether you were ready or not. It could be your pet fish or your sister or you. Nothing is the same forever. Maybe all the people on Earth are God's little pet fish. God lives such a long time that people's live...
He was back in the water, not braving but frowning, synchronised swimming, not swimming but sinking, toward the godsquid he knew was there, tentacular fleshscape and the moon-sized eye that he never saw but knew, as if the core of the fucking planet ...
No one ever watched competitive swimming.
It felt good to actually have a decent swim.
If your ship doesn't come in, swim out to it.
I can swim I'm not bad, but not great.
I love the water; I love to swim.
I don't swim! That's like athletic.
Water for me is so essential, like swimming.
