Quotes About River

Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.

Time is a river rolling into nowhere. We must live while we can, and we'll drink our cup of laughter.

Anything you grab hold of on the bank breaks with the river's pressure. When you do things from your soul, the river itself moves through you. Freshness and a deep joy are signs of the current.

One takes what the river offers, both good and bad. The joy of living by running water far outweighs the sorrow.

There are so many traps. There are so many opportunities. Life is a river and we take our boat and we go down it.

Remember this: we all swim in the river of hope and risk, unless someone breaks the dam, and chaos reigns."Excerpt From: Joison, Peter. "Ellring." iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.

Sometimes emotion is gentle, like rain feeding the river to nourish life, but sometimes it explodes like a rainstorm whose floodwaters wipe out bridges and homes.

I looked up then, out the far window, and there, just within sight, the sun was going down across the river. It was dull red, no longer shining over the land, its ray brought home to roost, contained within its sphere. The sky was streaked with lavendar, a pulsing pale blue, purple and smudged pink and orange melding into one another all the way to the horizon.

The river is such a tranquil place, a place to sit and think of romance and the beauty of nature, to enjoy the elegance of swans and the chance of a glimpse of a kingfisher.

Morning mists skulked over the river.

Linc took the path along the river, looking for Kenzie. He'd sent the hikers on their way, map and all. Sometimes being nice didn't seem worth it.

She cried so hard her tears formed a river, and tears of grief always run into the river Styx.

The heart of a city Is the soul of a man It winds like a river Through the heart of the land They can tear down a building They can tear down a park They can strike at a symbol But they can't strike the heart

Like a town that slowly takes shape on the curve of a river, these experiences accumulated into a village of values, assumptions, and expectations about what it means to be "good" or "competent.

The Sky A Silver the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a clutter of trite jewels now like a moth with stumbling wings flutters and flops along the grass collides with trees and houses and finally, butts into the river

Their voices rose and fell, like the murmuring of two fountains answering each other across a garden full of flowers. At length, with a certain tender impatience, he turned to her and said: 'Love, why should we linger here? All eternity lies before us. Let us go down into that beautiful country together and make a home for ourselves on some blue hill above the shining river'.

She had just been for a row on the river, and the sun that netted the little waves with gold seemed to have caught her in its meshes. Across the warm brown of her cheek her blown hair glittered like silver wire; and her eyes too looked lighter, almost pale in their youthful limpidity. As she walked beside Archer with her long swinging gait her face wore the vacant serenity of a young marble athlete.

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song.

The roads to the city were covered with sharp pebbles only half buried in the thick dust. I chose to go barefoot, as my mother had always done on her visits to the Massacre River, the river separating Haiti from the Spanish-speaking country that she had never allowed me to name because I had been born on the night that El Generalissimo, Dios Trujillo, the honorable chief of state, had ordered the massacre of all Haitians living

The river of my village doesn't make you think about anything. When you're at its bank you're only at its bank.

The Tejo runs down from Spain And the Tejo goes into the sea in Portugal. Everybody knows that. But not many people know the river of my village And where it comes from And where it's going. And so, because it belongs to less people, The river of my village is freer and greater.

After morning yoga a luminous being appeared to me in broad daylight. She walked out of the river, and I saw her

The good life of any river may depend on the perception of its music; and the preservation of some music to perceive.

The river was nowhere and everywhere, for he could not decide which of a hundred green lagoons offered the most pleasant and least speedy path to the Gulf. So he traveled them all, and so did we. He divided and rejoined, he twisted and turned, he meandered in awesome jungles, he all but ran in circles, he dallied with lovely groves, he got lost and was glad of it, and so were we. For the last word in procrastination, go travel with a river reluctant to lose his freedom in the sea.