Quotes About River

A net across the Little Trickle won't catch fish in the Watercress River.

The Connecticut River March 2, 1704 Temperature 10 degrees The Indians, it seemed, had paused here on their journey south from Canada to go hunting before the battle. Under the snow were stored the carcasses of twenty moose. Twenty! Eben had to count them himself before he could believe it, and even then, he could not believe it. Eben was no hunter. If he'd gotten one moose, it would have been pure luck.

The river is the journey of your life. You find a good woman to ride the river with, and the journey will be right nice. Just be real sure that you're listenin' to your heart and not your head when you make your choice.

It's hot enough to make a woman want to go skinny-dippin' in the Red River. You want to join me to cool off?

George received permission to go, then Bess called her house. Mrs. Marvin said her daughter might accompany Nancy, and added that if Mr. Drew had not already chosen a place for them to stay, she would recommend the Long View Motel on top of the hill overlooking Deep River and the valley.

Nancy invited Bess to go along and proceeded toward the river. Salty's home was very quaint. Once it had been a small, attractive yacht. Now it was a beached wreck, weathered by sun and rain. Its only claim to any former glory was the flag which flew proudly from the afterdeck.

town of River Heights, frequently discussed puzzling aspects of cases with his blond, blue-eyed daughter.

Looking behind, the boys noted where the blue-gray water of the Ohio met the muddy Mississippi. "That's quite a sight," Dave remarked. Ahead were low tree-lined banks. Soon these vanished into darkness. Here and there the young people saw the lights of small towns or a brilliantly lighted cement plant on the shore. Now and then the red and green lights of another boat approached and the captain blew a deafening blast on his horn. At midnight the weary passengers went to bed.

Nancy and Helen said good-by and paddled off upstream. The Angus River, a tributary of the Muskoka, was banked on either side with dense shrubbery, willow trees, and wild flowers. "We're almost to Benton," Nancy said. "The old inn should be just beyond the next bend.

Those river boats saw lots of good times, I guess," Nancy remarked. Afterward, the two ate dinner in a river steamer anchored nearby. It was furnished elegantly in nineteenth-century style. "Um! It's delicious," said Julie Anne, biting into a broiled, freshly caught fish topped with buttered almonds.

When the craft had been airborne about an hour, Nancy became fascinated by the unusual river country landscape. It was like a wide peninsula with a river on each side. To their right lay the wide brown Mississippi and ahead on the left they could see the bluish water of the Ohio.

He was glad of an excuse to walk in the moonlight with Nancy. As they followed the road that wound in and out along the river, Ned felt only the romance of the evening. But Nancy's thoughts kept reverting to the mystery. It was an eerie night. Now and then clouds would obscure the moon, causing grotesque shadows to flicker across their path.

Balancing herself against the last chimney, Nancy surveyed the countryside around her. What a beautiful and picturesque panorama it was, she thought! Not far away was a lazy little river, whose waters sparkled in the sunlight. The surrounding fields were green and sprinkled with patches of white daisies

We were all that mattered back then, or have you forgotten? Do you not remember that night? How we stood beside the river and followed the Shawnee way? Do you remember what I whispered to you? She shook her head, refusing to look at him. She tried to wrest her wrist free, but he held fast. You are lying, he accused quietly. You can't forget. How do you know? she threw back at him. Alex smiled. Because I can't, he admitted sadly.

Doctor. The word for healer and wise man throughout the universe. We get that word from you, you know?' River Song, A Good Man Goes to War

From under the portal of the Holy of Holies in the Third Temple, a trickle of sweet water will flow through the Temple Courtyard and out to the countryside. The trickle will become a stream, and the stream will become a great river on whose banks trees will grow that produce new fruit every month. The leaves of these trees will heal every wound and sickness.17 The river will transform the Land of Israel into the Garden of Eden.

The Zambesi is a big river; there's no crocodiles on 4 Mile Run.

Learn to look at your body as a river in which every cell is a drop of water. In every moment, cells are born and cells die. Birth and death support each other.

The meditation on interdependence is to help one penetrate reality in order to be one with it, not to become caught up in philosophical opinion or meditation methods. The raft is used to cross the river. It isn't to be carried around on your shoulders. The finger which points at the moon isn't the moon itself.

His meanings are quite different from those of Twain. Together the river and the bridge constitute an image of total connection.

Then a morsel of snow flew across the river towards the fifth window. It smacked against the wall at a point several yards from its mark. The throw was the idea of a man conjoined with the execution of a woman. No man who had ever seen bird, rabbit, or squirrel in his childhood, could possibly have thrown with such utter imbecility as was shown here.

Let us cross the river to the other side and rest beneath the shade of the trees. [Stonwall Jackson just before passing into eternity in 1863.]

and isn't it the curse of the drifter, the desolation of heart we feel each evening at sundown, with the slow loop of the river out there just for a half a minute, catching the last light, pregnant with the city in all its density and wonder, the possibilities never to be counted, much less lived into, by the likes of us, don't you see, for we're only passing through, we're already ghosts.

Resistir ao inevitável era o mesmo que nadar contra a caudalosa corrente de um rio.