Quotes About River

Carquinez Strait

My, my! That does sound serious. He's almost delirious, But let's not give up yet. The sun still hasn't set On this grim tale of grief. Of course, as its chief Architect, I know how it ends. But this river has more bends Before it flows into the sea. So I'll forgo my omnipotence And keep you in the dark. Oooooo! What suspense! I just love being me!

Cars they sound like waves that are breaking On some distant shore I gazed so hard into the great aching sky It seemed that I, I wasn't here no more That my rushing blood was a river My eyes two stars My blowing hair all a quiver A whispering field of grass That murmurs as you pass Oh my darlin' Kathleen That whispers out your name

8th Moon, 17th Night: Facing the Moon The autumn moon is still round tonight. In this river village, isolate old wanderer Hoisting blinds, I return to its brilliance, And propped on a cane, follow it further: Radiance rousing hidden dragons, bright Scatters of birds aflutter. Thatched study Incandescent, I trust to this orange grove Ablaze: clear dew aching with fresh light. Tu Fu

Dawn Landscape The last watch has sounded in the Amble-Awe. Radiant color spreads above Solar-Terrace Mountain, then cold sun clears high peaks. Mist and cloud linger across layered ridges, And earth split-open hides river sails deep. Leaves clatter at heaven's clarity. I listen, And face deer at my bramble gate-so close Here, we touch our own kind in each other. Tu Fu

Mankato was originally called Mahkato—meaning "greenish blue earth"—by its earliest inhabitants, the Dakota, although it didn't look any different to me. It became Mankato because of a spelling error that was never corrected, possibly made by the eighteenth-century Europeans searching for the Northwest Passage who settled there after getting lost on the Minnesota River.

The Sumerian Tablets speak of King Sargon the Elder being found as a baby floating in a basket on the river and brought up by a royal family. Exodus speaks of Moses being found as a baby floating in a basket on the river by a royal princess and how he was brought up by the Egyptian royal family. The list of such 'coincidences' goes on and on.

Gli argini della memoria» aveva detto Joseph. Che espressione misteriosa, come se la memoria fosse un fiume. Ed era così che Tushi vedeva Joseph adesso: in riva a un fiume, con i pantaloni arrotolati sopra le caviglie e le lunghe gambe che sguazzavano nell'acqua mentre si chinava a setacciare il limo, la sabbia e il fango che erano la sua storia. Cosa avrebbe dragato prima dell'alba? Qualcosa che l'avrebbe aiutato? Tushi lo sperava, ma non ne era sicura. 

I am excessively weak, and but for the donkey could not move a hundred yards. It is not all pleasure this exploration. The Lavusi hills are a relief tothe eye in this flat upland. Their forms show an igneous origin. The river Kazya comes from them and goes direct into the Lake. No observations now, owing to great weakness; I can scarcely hold the pencil, and my stick is a burden. Tent gone; the men build a good hut for me and the luggage. S.W. one and a half hour.

An unidentified man in nailhead denim was fished out of the Chicago River, wrapped in chains locked to a Duesenberg hood ornament.

With us, when you speak of 'the river,' though there be many, you mean always the same one, the great river, the shifting, unappeasable god of the country, feared and loved the Mississippi.

Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod; With its crystal tide for ever, Flowing by the throne of God?

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

He who fills His pockets with the Rocks of Misdeeds shall surely sink in the River of Good Fortune.

So that the new generation that will be born can enjoy happiness. To pay the cost we will have to shoulder corpses and cross a river of blood (Riza Hawkeye -- Fullmetal Alchemist)

Finally, the ecological health of the Mississippi River and its economic importance to the many people that make their living or seek their recreation is based on a healthy river system.

To take wine into your mouth is to savor a droplet of the river of human history.

To trace the history of a river . . . is to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body.

The Thames is liquid history.

All that is within me cries out to go back to my home on the Hudson River

My breath hovers over the river of God - / Softly I set my foot / On the path to my long home.

That evening, rowing on the quiet river as sunset turned to dusk, I saw an occasional smoky smudge on the towpath, always slightly ahead of me, like a dark star guiding me home.

Where the Tennessee River, like a silver snake, winds her way through the clay hills of Alabama, sits high on these hills, my home town, Florence.

One of the central memories of my childhood is of hunting - not well; I am a terrible shot - quail and dove and grouse on a farm on the Tennessee River.