Fish

"'Fish?' 'Some people like the oddest things.'"

"Fishes light up the interior of the sea like fires."

"Piscem natare doces"

"Down here all the fish is happy As off through the waves they roll The fish on the land ain't happy They sad 'cause they in their bowl But fish in the bowl is lucky They in for a worser fate One day when the boss get hungry Guess who's gon' be on the plate?"

"Incredible as it may sound, there is no such thing as a “fish.” The concept is merely a convenient umbrella term to describe an aquatic vertebrate that is not a mammal, a turtle, or anything else."

"Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy hope or fear."

"I know the human being and the fish can coexist peacefully."

"In our own lifetime we are witnessing a startling alteration of climate…Activities in the nonhuman world also reflect the warming of the Arctic-the changed habits and migrations of many fishes, birds, land mammals, and whales."

"Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Give a man a sub-prime fish loan and you're in business, buddy."

"We’ve got to get over this idea that wildlife from the ocean is essential for our food security. What we now are beginning to understand is the high cost of eating fish. What does it take to make a pound of tuna? A lot of halibut or cod. What makes the halibut? Smaller fish. What do they eat? Krill. Krill eat phytoplankton, zooplankton. Over the years thousands of pounds of phytoplankton make a single pound of tuna. So that tuna is expensive in terms of the carbon that it has captured. The more fish we take out of the sea, the more carbon dioxide gets released into the atmosphere."

"It was always the biggest fish I caught that got away."

"Fishes are animals that are rarely included in s, whether the animals are pets, , or wild. Is this because humans assume an animal has fur and legs? I come to call fished Portable Food Units (PFUs) and why no fisher I meet, not even the most sensitive and thoughtful, sees them as anything else. The answer is that they cannot afford to. You cannot think fishes are sentient individuals who laugh and sing and have friends when you leave them gasping on the deck for hours or slice them open while they are still living."

"The sacred herald rolls the victim slain (A feast for fish) into the foaming main."

"Lie there, Lycaon! let the fish surround Thy bloated corpse, and suck thy gory wound: There no sad mother shall thy funerals weep, But swift Scamander roll thee to the deep, Whose every wave some watery monster brings, To feast unpunish’d on the fat of kings."

"Now glow the waves, the fishes pant for breath, The eels lie twisting in the pangs of death: Now flounce aloft, now dive the scaly fry, Or, gasping, turn their bellies to the sky."

"Her father was a fisherman, with a beard that tasted of salt, and fingers that smelled like the sea."

"It would hardly be fish who discovered the existence of water."

"Fish and guests in three days are stale."

"You, sir, are a fish."

"Only the gamefish swims upstream, But the sensible fish swims down."

"It's just hard, all right, because I'm a little fish in a big pond. A really big pond. The ocean."

"No human being, however great, or powerful, was ever so free as a fish."

"It's no fish ye're buying—it's men's lives."

"I am, out of the ladies' company, like a fish out of water."

"Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool-gudgeon, this opinion."

"A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm."

"Bait the hook well: this fish will bite."

"What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish!"

"Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones."

"They say fish should swim thrice * * * first it should swim in the sea (do you mind me?) then it should swim in butter, and at last, sirrah, it should swim in good claret."

"Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking."

"The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas."

"Wha'll buy my caller herrin'? The're no brought here without brave darin' Buy my caller herrin', Ye little ken their worth. Wha'll buy my caller herrin'? O you may ca' them vulgar farin', Wives and mithers maist despairin' Ca' them lives o' men."

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail! See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance: They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?"

"Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes in his teeth, and bending like a bow, That's to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw: Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand, That, bended end to end, and flerted from the hand, Far off itself doth cast, so does the salmon vaut. And if at first he fail, his second summersaut He instantly assays and from his nimble ring, Still yarking never leaves, until himself he fling Above the streamful top of the surrounded heap."

"O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles."

"Fishes that tipple in the deepe, Know no such liberty."

"Cut off my head, and singular I am, Cut off my tail, and plural I appear; Although my middle's left, there's nothing there! What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; What is my tail cut off? A rushing river; And in their mingling depths I fearless play, Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever."

"Ye monsters of the bubbling deep, Your Maker's praises spout; Up from the sands ye codlings peep, And wag your tails about."

"Nothing like a cuppa after an oggy-boggy that finished up better than a slap in the face with a wet kipper."

"Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains."

"'Tis true, no turbots dignify my boards, But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords."

"We have here other fish to fry."

"Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue."

"All's fish they get that cometh to net."

"Now at the close of this soft summer's day, Inclined upon the river's flowery side, I pause to see the sportive fishes play, And cut with finny oars the sparkling tide."