Quotes About River

People who have faith in life are like swimmers who entrust themselves to a rushing river. They neither abandon themselves to its current nor try to resist it. Rather, they adjust their every movement to the watercourse, use it with purpose and skill, and enjoy the adventure.

Perhaps it's all an animal existence,' he said. He had to raise his voice above the rattle of the bus. Below them passed the dark waters of the river.

The first two things Gaudencio Rivera was made aware of--within hours of arriving by carabao-drawn cart at the secluded town of Tagbaoran on the island province of Palawan--were these: that the most beautiful woman in creation dwelt by the river, and that it was pointless to even dream of being loved by her.

She gave a theatrical sigh. For heaven's sake, Julia, don't be difficult. Climb onto the floating buffalo and let's be off. We are meant to cross this river before nightfall.

No, Julia, you need adventure. You need a lover, a holiday abroad. You need to cut your hair and swim naked in a river. You need to eat things you have never even seen before and speak languages you do not know. You need to kiss a man who makes you feel like your knees have turned to water and makes your heart feel as though it would spring from your chest.

By the river of forgetfulness, I found honesty.

Life and death are two banks of the same river. Time is the boat on which we travel from one to the other, over and over.

The Stone of Guilt in the River of the Mind, the block in the flow of intelligence.

Dynamite was the milk of life to the average hillbilly of the day. He celebrated with it, feuded with it, and fished with it. The Sporting instinct runs strong in the hills. When the fishing season would open, the river would literally be aboil with TNT.

Every aspect of every minute of the day--rain without surcease spilling out of the black and liquid sky; sloughed, fierce sweeps of wind; the swollen, silt-ridden, ever-swiftening river; the torturing midges; the ghostly mists like amorphous shifts of sorrow--all had acted in perfect scheme to chasten desire. Nought, though, can ever fully dry the angler's heart of it.

There was the Dolphin coming up the river with all her sails. The curving tail of the prow was chipped and dull, the hull was battered and knobby with barnacles, the canvas dark and weathered, yet how beautiful she was! In

It's so much easier and cheaper to keep the river uncontaminated in the first place than it is to clean it up again once it's been polluted.

I cross over the river to Trastevere

My raven," she would say, reaching up and rippling it like cloth, "my darkness, my silky child, my night river

An ellipse of pale rose sand lines the inside of a river bend of such beauty, you could set yourself on fire with the rapture of that curve. In it lies a kind of music in stone that might cure all emptiness.

The river was gilded in every ripple with capricious, scintillating light.

"Tirra lirra," by the riverSang Sir Lancelot.

Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever.

Science is a river with two sources, the practical source and the theoretical source.

I had not known, before us, that every vein in my body was capable of carrying light, like a river seen from a train makes a channel of sky etch itself deep into a landscape. I had not really known I could be so much more than myself. I had not known another body could do this to mine.

I went outside mournful, and I hit pure air. The air was full of birdsong. I went outside expecting rain but it was sunny, it was so suddenly, so openly sunny, with so sharp a spring light coming off the river, that I went down the side of the riverbank and sat in among the daffodils.

In reality St. Louis is located in a segregated South, filthy with paddleboat gambling, river mud, and hot white hate.

The river plunged down in a long waterfall, plashing into several rocky pools on its way down the cliff.

Into one docile river, I heaved the non-word Shadowlawn. Lettering upward, cheerful as a duck, the log did not sink but happily bobbed elsewhere as if seeking finer property to describe.