Quotes About Creek

Thirty-four of the thirty-five Creek leaders who signed the treaty of surrender had supported the United States during the war, and they were understandably astonished and embittered to find themselves stripped of much of their land.

Then the sun broke above the crest of the hills and the entire countryside looked soaked in blood, the arroyos deep in shadow, the cones of dead volcanoes stark and biscuit-colored against the sky. I could smell pinion trees, wet sage, woodsmoke, cattle in the pastures, and creek water that had melted from snow. I could smell the way the country probably was when it was only a dream in the mind of God.

John Harvey Kellogg's sanitarium in Battle Creek, Michigan. There

You had to be a plumber to fish that creek.

If you make any money, the government shoves you in the creek once a year with it in your pockets, and all that don't get wet you can keep.

To watch the dawn emerge from the night undoubtedly gives a heavenly feeling! The fresh sun rays entwine with the dark horizon and peep out of the creek with tranquil grin.

The waters of the stream played the part of the orchestra, and the sunlight provided the dancers. Every now and then a crescendo of wind highlighted the symphony in the clearing by the creek.

So that individuation may be compared to a pyramid in that it is only achieved by the placement of the top stone… The Jews, Ford said. They ain't like anyone else I know. There goes you theory up shits creek. He smiled.

I went to school, I got good marks, I had a very low key after-school job, and I spent a lot of time watching 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and 'Dawson's Creek.'

When I was 6 years old, we were lighting firecrackers in the backyard and started a fire. My brother ran out and was pulling water from the creek and pouring it on the fire with a 7-Eleven Big Gulp cup.

The steady seepage into Oil Creek argued for a substantial underground reservoir. To find that reservoir and tap it would require investment. Silliman, the two men hoped, would certify the value of the petroleum to potential investors.

Lovers inside and horses ignoring the lovers. And the creek nearby. The willows. That was the scene. I forget the sky. The sky, let's say, was green and dotted with silly clouds that looked like dimes. Then

small log cabin once stood near the creek, but as the Jones family's fortunes

She headed for a wide flat rock on the creek's bank, her posture still demanding 'no trespassing' but no longer 'trespassers will be shot.

Once again, Jake held Lily's hand tight as they made their way across the creek, loud and swollen, the morning mist rising over it like a ghost.

Every Good Friday, this anchored but ever-changing anniversary of my accident, I go to the little creek that saved my life and light one more candle. I offer thanks for two facts: that I am one year older, and that I am one year closer to death.

The wagon went down from the bluffs into the wooded creek bottoms, and high in a treetop a mockingbird began to sing. "I never heard a mockingbird sing so early," said Ma, and Pa answered, softly, "He is telling us good-by.

I had rather water in a port than from some uncertain creek or river on the Malay coast where for all you know there is a village hidden a mile upriver and crapping in it.

His little whistle sound like it lost way down a jar, and the jar in the bottom of the creek. P. 64

Genius is a bend in the creek where bright water has gathered, and which mirrors the trees, the sky and the banks. It just does that because it is there and the scenery is there. Talent is a fine mirror with a silver frame, with the name of the owner engraved on the back.

a subterranean murmur. It may sound like one of the many separate voices that make up the sounds of a creek. Or it may come in code, oblique and sneaky, creeping in from around the corner.

It would seem that emotions are the curse, not death-emotions that appear to have developed upon a few freaks as a special curse from Malevolence. All right then. It is our emotions that are amiss. We are freaks, the world is fine, and let us all go have lobotomies to restore us to a natural state. We can leave the library then, go back to the creek lobotomized, and live on its banks as untroubled as any muskrat or reed. You first.

Now, she lived with her dogs in a small house by a creek in the country, and her life had become a simple thing.

There's nothing like the very early morning. It's the sweetness of the air, the sweet coolness; it's the bubbling of the creek which, for some strange reaction, always sounds more energetic than it does later on; it's the gargling of the magpies.