Quotes About River

A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.

Outside again, the river was invisible in the dark, but I could feel it swell and sink beneath the lawn as I ran back to the office, as if the earth were a membrane, a blister, filling up fast with water or blood, as if I were running across the back of a bruise, thinking it was the world.

Sometimes his brain works if he can manage it like music, like a song, like a river that does not halt. So he singsongs it: "Tell you what I'm gonna do, see." With the accent, like a Brooklyn

I was the one with the open wound, and the river waters turned red when I bathed in them. My sadness is greater than the heavens.

Después de esas piedras negras, dice Aguilar, ya qué me importaba cómo se llamara el tipo del hotel, podía llamarse como le diera la gana porque a mí Agustina me había llevado a conocer el río de su niñez.

I was floating on a river of calm, a leaf on a current.

Non vi diró come finisce la storia anche perchè non è finita mai Se scorre un fiume dentro ad ogni cuore arriveremo al mare prima o poi. I won't tell you how the love story ends, because it never will-- if a river runs inside every heart, it will lead us to the sea at last. --Jovanotti

But Dewey didn't look at him. He was looking at something downstream. He had a strange look on his face. And then Chet saw it too: a gray triangle sticking up through the water, heading right for Dewey.

Río de la Plata, a funnel-shaped river located on the coast of what is now Argentina.

They were relatively small, out of necessity. One of Seville's limitations as a port was the shallowness of the Guadalquivir River;

Unwilling to commit the entire fleet to the river, he dispatched Santiago, the smallest ship

explore its murky and seductive reaches. Santiago spent two days sailing upstream

13, 1519, the fleet entered the lush and gorgeous Bay of Saint Lucy and approached the mouth of the River of January—Rio de Janeiro.

Pinzón explored the easternmost shores of Brazil and ventured into the mouth of the Amazon River

Santiago's crew soon discovered that food was even more plentiful around the Santa Cruz River

snow-covered mountains and the Santa Cruz River, three miles wide.

there, on its banks, build a raft to cross it. The river lay many miles to the north, and the task

the exhausted crew finally reached the broad expanse of the river.

The weather had relented, and fish, as they knew from their first visit to the river, were plentiful.

The river this November afternoon Rests in an equipoise of sun and cloud: A glooming light, a gleaming darkness shroud Its passage. All seems tranquil, all in tune.

One of the things that makes you feel good is to get out into nature—go walking, go hiking, go swimming in the ocean, or wherever you live, in a river or a lake, experience the beauty of America, experience how America is such a sacred place. Everywhere you go in this land, our people have been there and they have said, "This place is sacred.

While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.

Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.... Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.

The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.