Quotes About River

Hail the sun! the brightest of all that ever Dawned on the City of Seven Gates, City of Thebes! Hail the golden dawn over Dirce's river Rising to speed the flight of the white invaders Homeward in full retreat! - Chorus

The vanity of human life is like a river constantly passing away and yet constantly coming on.

Far off from these a slow and silent stream,Lethe the river of oblivion rolls.

I'll hold her nozzle agin the bankTill the last galoot's ashore.

Emotions are like a river flowing out of one's heart. Form is like the riverbanks. Without them the river runs shallow and dissipates on the plain. But banks make the river run deep. Why else have humans for centuries reached for poetry when we have deep affections to express? The creation of a form happens because someone feels a passion. How ironic, then, that we often fault form when the real evil is a dry spring.

The life-giving preacher is a man of God, whose heart is ever athirst for God, whose soul is ever following hard after God, whose eye is single to God, and in whom by the power of God's Spirit the flesh and the world have been crucified and his ministry is like the generous flood of a life-giving river.

But we are supposed to have our roots planted somewhere other than circumstance. The roots of our lives are supposed to be drawing up the nutriments of joy from a source that cannot be depleted—the river of God and his Word. The one who delights in the Lord is "like a tree planted by streams of water.

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some melancholic distracted man Hath drowned himself in't.

We laughed, then Keir took my hand. "I've something to show Lara down by the river. We will return." Marcus put his hands on his hips. "None of that, now. There's a celebration to start, and no time for 'showing' her—" Keir cut him off, as I blushed. "We'll be back in time." Marcus gave him an evil smile. "I'll have the first meats waiting." Keir grimaced, and grabbed my hand. "Come, Lara.

Ellen looked around the room with an odd expression, for the first few seconds not taking in the collection spread across the tables, but just taking in the library: the smell of ink and foxy paper and old wood, the green view of the river beyond the leaded casement window propped open just an inch. As if she loved it, but was a little scared to be there.

The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor a church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river; And the lamp of my soul is alight with love, for life, and the world, and the Giver.

she fell asleep listening to the call of the river as it rushed to the sea.

We made our way into the woods, just above the river. I scouted ahead of everyone…" "Yeah, about three inches ahead." Hooter smirked. "Well, ahead anyway." Tony shot Hooter a smirk back.

The autumn moon is half round above the Yo-mei Mountain; Its pale light falls in and flows with the water of the Ping-chiang River. Tonight I leave Ching-chi of the limpid stream for the Three Canyons, And I glide past Yu-chow, thinking of you whom I cannot see.

Of all the rivers in the land, Thee most I love, fair Trent, For in thy stream and by thy banks My happiest hours I've spent. 'Twas there, hard by, I first drew breath, There hope to end my days; And everywhere I'll tell till death My native river's praise.

El pavor que infunde el río es el pavor y la inmensidad inescrutable que suscita el fluir del tiempo

I think I would rather hear roundabout music than any symphony concert. I know Beatrix would be disgusted to hear me say so, but its so gladsad somehow and makes me feel brave, late at night long after we were in bed we could hear the music floating over the river, and see the reflected moving lights on our walls, it was beautiful to lie in bed like that.

At last they reached Wild River. "This is it?" Bill gawked in dismay. Jordanna joined the men to stare at the dark bed of mossy rocks. "It is wild, isn't it?" she quipped, surprising herself with her own good humor when her shoulders, her back, her legs ached.

Yesterday in the restaurant, she'd seen his sex appeal and roughness. At her house, she'd seen his danger. This morning, at the river, she'd seen his beauty and teasing, and again that danger. Of all of them, the tenderness she saw now was the most compelling. And terrifying.

Of the two classes of Prussian officer, the bull-necked and the wasp-waisted, he belonged to the second. Monocled and effete in appearance, cold and distant in manner, he concentrated with such single-mindedness on his profession that when an aide, at the end of an all-night staff ride in East Prussia, pointed out to him the beauty of the river Pregel sparkling in the rising sun, the General gave a brief, hard look and replied, 'An unimportant obstacle.

Ah, the joy of loving a sleeping thing! All true lovers know that wonder. Sleep is a great magician. His spells are woven in the darkness between the worlds; His philtres are made of herbs that grow by the great river of forgetfulness which flows by the throne of the All-knowing.

A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.

I will tell you a parable. To what can this situation be compared: A fox was once walking alongside of a river and saw swarms of fish going from place to place. He said to them: 'From what are you fleeing?' "The fish replied: 'From the nets that people throw to catch us.

We had to recreate the banks of the river Yamuna on a studio floor. It wasn't easy... or cheap.