Best 246 quotes of Fennel Hudson on MyQuotes

A man is biologically incapable of giving ‘the look’.

A consultant: someone brought in to build a one-handled wheelbarrow.

After being still for so long, I am incapable of moving quicker than ivy growing over a rock.

A man can never have too many books. Neither can he have too many fountain pens, hats, fishing rods, waistcoats, tea caddies, paintings or whatever helps him to feel at home in his surroundings and communicate his personality to the world.

Angling is a sport, so sporting ethics should apply.

Angling is a recreation. It’s supposed to be fun.

Angling is like the lover who generously and passionately gave us our first kiss, who stole our heart and set the unforgettable benchmark for all who followed.

Anything that is exclusive will be accused of elitism; living one’s dreams will be called pretentious. So let’s indulge the whim and see where it takes us.

A perpetual world; a world within a world. Of my mind and outside my mind. The real world is the dream world.

A person has to be comfortable in his or her own skin.

As a child I would play with such imagination that the ‘real’ world was never real at all. It was full of mystery, adventure and possibility.

As an angler and a gardener, I cherish each drop of rain that falls.

As I approach mid-life, I feel like the old boot that lands on Mayfair after an eight-hour game of Monopoly.

Asking an angler why he or she needs so many fishing rods is like asking a woman why she has so many pairs of shoes.

A spectator would conclude that I was living in the past. But I was very much living in the present. My present.

As the daydreams grew longer, the distinction between what was real and what was imaginary grew less. Soon I existed in a blissful world of my own creation.

As the natural world grows smaller, so too does its intensity and the size of the window through which it may be viewed.

As travellers through time, we are burdened with the stone in our shoe that tells us to stop running, to pause and take stock before we stumble and fall. We should make time to savour the quality of our lives before it’s too late.

As with writing by candlelight, one’s greatest ideas come from ‘the flickering’ between darkness and light.

A traditional Englishman drinks tea to the point where his blood has long-since been replaced with an infusion of Ceylon, Assam, and Darjeeling.

A traditionalist’s values are gleaned from all that is good in the past.

Be batty, be traditional, and be proud.

Be confident enough to show your true self to the world.

Be individual, break free from the flock to avoid the predictable midsummer haircut.

Being gentle doesn’t stop us fighting for our dreams.

Being here is such a contrast to where I’d otherwise be.

Believe in something important. Pursue it wholeheartedly.

Be oblivious to city high-rises, work-related stress and microwave popcorn.

Books are the most important of all my possessions. They capture the thoughts, feelings, dreams and lives of their authors, welcoming us into their worlds and inspiring us to emulate their adventures.

Breathe deeply, focus your thoughts, and say out loud, “The quest begins here.

By the time you read this letter, these words will be those of the past. The me of now is gone.

Catching fish is low on my agenda when I go fishing. I’m much more interested in savouring the day and exploring the wildlife of the river.

Catching fish is secondary to the immeasurable joys of the watery world.

Change bothers me. I don’t cope too well with fashions, fads and urban traffic lights.

Change, it seems, is inevitable. And so is compromise.

Character and purpose are directly linked to confidence and conviction. What links them? Courage – to be oneself, no matter what others might say.

Choice and perception are closely linked. They are unique, personal and emotional.

Choice is the mortar that binds together the things that make us who we are.

Choosing to become a fly-fisher, or at least committing to being a fly-only angler, makes me feel like I’m washing away the grime from my fishing tackle to reveal the beauty of what lies beneath.

Compromise is a choice. As is the defence of one’s self.

Confront the page that taunts you with its whiteness. Face your enemy and fill it with words. You are bigger and stronger than a piece of paper.

Creative people need strong encouragement.

Disconnect from society’s pressure to conform. Do things your own way.

Dive deep and make your discovery.

Doing nothing can be as rewarding as doing something. And doing very little can be as productive, in a creative sense, as doing a lot.

Don’t lose yourself in the fog of normality.

Dreams free us from normality. Daydreams, especially, take us somewhere between the real world and the dream world.

Eight months in the woods have hardened me, or at least firmed up my beliefs that if a man’s going to fend for himself, then he needs to leave his credit card at home.

Enjoy being you. Have fun. And be different.

Enjoy the contented silence.