Quotes About River

There is talk in the village that there is more in these sewers than sewage. Yes, I say, Yes. But not only these sewers. There is more in your heart than can be spoken. More in your eyes than you will tell. More in the mind of you than anyone can know. More in the night than darkness. More in the river than can be dredged. [...] If I have secrets so do you.

If time is a river then we shall all meet death by water.

Two of the guards looked up at us and lost their balance and fell into the water. They grabbed hold of the loaded boats, which made the boats tip and dump their load into the river. The other guards and Looper knelt down and tried to reach them, but they were pulled in, too. In the midst of all this, the mayor jumped onto the one boat that was still upright, but as soon as he hit it, it turned over and he plunged into the river.

We stopped under a railroad bridge and got out of the car to admire the river that ran through the town.

The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity above all, and its wisdom. It is a gift like no other.

To ancient Chinese fancy, the Milky Way was a luminous river, - the River of Heaven, - the Silver Stream.

After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.

The sea has now changed from it's natural, to river coloured water, the probable consequence of some streams falling into the bay, or into the ocean to the north of it, through the low land.

Back water done rose at Sumner," sings Patton, "drove poor Charlie down, down the line.

Mississippi Heavy Water Blues

It takes a poet to read a river and a community to make a response.

Misery's the river of the world. Everybody row!

I am the Muskrat," said the wretched creature faintly. "A philosopher, you know. I should just like to point out that your bridge-building activities have completely ruined my house in the river bank, and although ultimately it doesn't matter what happens, I must say even a philosopher does not care for being soaked to the skin.

the thought occurred to him that life was like a river. Some people sailed on it slowly, some quickly, and some capsized. (Hemulen)

Laakso jossa he asuivat oli kaunis, täynnä onnellisia pikku mönkiäisiä ja suuria vihreitä puita. Niittyjen halki virtasi joki, joka kaarsi sinisen muumitalon ohi ja katosi toisille seuduille, missä toiset pikku mönkiäiset ihmettelivät mistä se mahtoi tulla.

The Platte River offered them a constant source of refreshing water

Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across waves... Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars, Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon Spreading in my old garden.... All light, All ten thousand miles at once in its light!

A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky. Two gulls drift slowly up the river. Vulnerable while they ride the wind, they coast and glide with ease. Dew is heavy on the grass below, the spider's web is ready. Heaven's ways include the human: among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.

He never had smoke rising from his nostrils the way the dragons flying overhead did. He never sneezed out bursts of flame (although he did sneeze quite a lot for a while after his time in the river). He never even breathed heat, not even on the coldest nights when they both really needed it.

But they were all too tired to kill anything, and after a moment the hippo splashed loudly into the river and submerged, probably congratulating itself on its impressive stealth.

A catfish was staring at him blankly. Its whiskery tendrils drifted in the current. The expression on its face said, "Why is there a dragon sleeping on my river stones?" Webs ate it, and that made him feel a little better.

fellow paddler—a Malawian, who knew this stretch of the river well—pointed to a reach in the stream ahead, a bank of mud huts partly hidden by tall reeds, and said, "There are bad people in that place"—a place we could not avoid passing.

Brownsville was another example of the blurred border, of Mexico brimming against the US and lapping over it, leaving a margin of Mexico on the north bank of the green river.

A river is an appropriate frontier. Water is neutral and in its impartial winding makes the national boundary look like an act of God.—OPE