Quotes About River

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Any [artificial intelligence] smart enough to pass a Turing test is smart enough to know to fail it." —IAN MCDONALD, River of Gods It

Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.

She swayed with Bony, loose and lithe as the river, while the bandit knight bore down on like a red tide.

Along the little river, kingfishers caught news and water beetlees, and on the big river when Hild walked with her mother and the queen-talking, as always, of wood and trade-she saw the pawprints of other kits.

I think of the separation between life and Paradise as a river," Mirdin said. "If there are many bridges that cross the river, should it be of great concern to God which bridge the traveler chooses?

The raft was seized, with a noise like needles knitting, and we were hemmed in for winter -- river and the old channel's oxbow lake having frozen solid. By now, we guessed we were not two ordinary river travelers...it must have been the river that was extraordinary: a marvel that protected us by the same mysterious action that had given a common horse wings and changed a woman into a laurel tree.

Our body is a moulded river

When you realize your blood has come, smile; an honest smile, for you are about to have an intense union with your magic. This is a private time...for thinking and dreaming. [D]raining worries, fall away as your body lets what she doesn't need go from her. Remember that you are a river; your banks are red honey where the Moon wanders.

If life is like a canoe in a raging river then wisdom is the paddle to successfully navigate.

I suddenly wondered whether Mother might not actually be happy now, whether the sensation of happiness might not be something like faintly glittering gold sunken at the bottom of the river of sorrow. The feeling of that strange pale light when once on as exceeded all the bounds of unhappiness - if that can be called a sensation of happiness, the Emperor, my mother, and even I myself may be said to be happy now.

Tote dat barge!Lif' dat bale!Git a little drunk,An' you land in jail.Ah gits wearyAn' sick of tryin'Ah'm tired of livin'An' skeered of dyin',But Ol' Man River,He jes' keeps rollin' along.

Mind is spontaneously present from the beginning. Like the sun, it is free from any basis for the darkness of ignorance. Like a lotus flower, it is untainted by faults. Like gold, it doesn't alter its own nature. Like the ocean, it is unmoving. Like a river, it is unceasing. Like Mount Sumeru, it is utterly unchanging. Once you realize that this is how it is [and stabilize it], that is called 'possessing the view of realization.

See that day as I remember it. A day in June, River Severn rolling to the sea, diamonded with sunlight, gulls gliding over the quays on a mild breeze that lifted the Red Dragon standard over Camelot. A quiet enough day for the end of my world.

The river rippled past ten feet away, chuckling quietly to itself.

The Glazert rattled in its wide bed, wriggling down the valley floor;

An Ohioan added that the soup was made in four kettles, but in order to stretch the soup to make enough for 4,000 men, it was then diluted with "freezing water" brought in pails directly from the river. "The quality of the last mess was decidedly thin, after undergoing so many dilutions; and there is no doubt that the addition of some eighty pailfuls of cold river water detracted somewhat from its flavor." {38}

Just as there's garbage that pollutes the Potomac river, there is garbage polluting our culture. We need an Environmental Protection Agency to clean it up.

Is there 'gators in the river?" "Mister, there ain't no water in Florida without 'gators, 'less you got a tub of it in your house. And one's liable to get in there too if you leave the door open.

Every rock and stream is a myth.

life is a river and we're all rowing against the flow. On one bank are the probabilities; on the other, the possibilities. It's up to us rowers to choose which bank to hug.

And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.

I did not know I would struggle Through a ragged underbrush Without an upward path Because there is no path There is only a blunt rock With a river to fall into