Quotes About Rivers

P]erhaps at midnight, when all boundaries are lost, the country reverts to its ancient shape, as the Romans saw it, lying cloudy, when they landed, and the hills had no names and rivers wound they knew not where. —Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

The mountains are fountains not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men.

There's magic in the water that draws all men away form the land, that leads them over hills, down creeks and streams and rivers to the sea.

In every country the mountains are fountains, not only of rivers but of men. Therefore we all are born mountaineers, the offspring of rock and sunshine.

I am born connected. I am born remembering rivers flowing from my mother's body into my body.

As for men, those myriad little detached ponds with their own swarming corpuscular life, what were they but a way that water has of going about beyond the reach of rivers?

In a country where nature has been so lavish and where we have been so spendthrift of indigenous beauty, to set aside a few rivers in their natural state should be considered an obligation.

Mountains and rivers are easy to move, but it's impossible to change a man's nature.

Thr principle of organization is built into nature. Chaos itself is self-organizing. Out of primordial disorder, stars find their orbit; rivers make their way to the sea.

What melody will our rivers remember if songbirds forget how to sing?

We worship life on Usonia. Nature... The moon, the sun, the stars, the rivers.

You cannot control the ocean, but you can guide the rivers that feed it.

See men for miles around give nature what she needs, rivers and rivers and rivers of it. You exhale with perfecthappiness. Nature turned you down in high school. Now you can come in her eye.

A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.

In painting, you have unlimited power. You have the ability to move mountains. You can bend rivers. But when i get home the only thing i have power over is the garbage.

The conversations of men had always been muddy rivers, the surface's roiling a reflection of what's buried, but the bottom some mysterious thing that would always be hidden.

God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.

Rivers run through our history and folklore, and link us as a people.... We are a nation rich in rivers.

Soul is at home in the deep, shaded valleys. Heavy torpid flowers saturated with black grow there. The rivers flow like warm syrup. They empty into huge oceans of soul.

Fiction can serve in a non-threatening way to open minds and, I hope, hearts to the Word of God.

I know a place on this Earth that contains wonders enough to stop the breath. A place where the very rocks whisper and whine, where the rivers boil and the snow-studded peaks thrust into a bowl of blue; where great shaggy beasts press the earth with cloven hooves or threaten with claw and fang; where new life and lurking death coexist in the shallows of varicolored pools.

In my sleep, I see my mother rising, like the mother spirit of the rivers, above the current that drowned her. She is wearing a dress of glass, fashioned out of the hardened clarity of the river, and this dress flows like raised dust behind her as she runs towards me and enfolds me in her smoke-light arms. Her face is like mine now, in fact it is the exact same long, three-different-shades-of-night face, and she is smiling a both-row-of-teeth revealing smile.

I saw that there is no Nature, That Nature doesn't exist, That there are hills, valleys, plains, That there are trees, flowers, weeds, That there are rivers and stones, But there is not a whole these belong to, That a real and true wholeness Is a sickness of our ideas.

That lady has a piano. It's nice, but it's not the running of rivers Or the murmuring trees make .. Who needs a piano? It's better to have ears And love Nature.