Rivers Quotes

Hazel squinted. "How far?" "Just over the river and through the woods." Percy raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? To Grandmother's house we go?" Frank cleared his throat. "Yeah, anyway.

Our consciousness, our ideas, our frame of reference and our belief system determine whether we go to the river of life with a teaspoon, a cup, a bucket or a barrel.

And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river.

Let freedom ka-ching...Corporations do everything people do except breathe, die and go to jail for dumping 1.3 million pounds of PCBs in the Hudson River.

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

Hopping the fence or wading the Rio Grande River isn't part of America's immigration process.

Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don’t seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there’s a bridge now.

Misery is the River of the World

Don't go chasin' waterfalls. Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to.

Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into the desert

But I do enjoy words—some words for their own sake! Words like river, and dawn, and daylight, and time. These words seem much richer than our experiences of the things they represent—

We console ourselves with the comfortable fallacy that a single museum piece will do, ignoring the clear dictum of history that a species must be saved in many places if it is to be saved at all.

In our attempt to make conservation easy, we have made it trivial.

I wish I could avoid the people who have threatened me. My favorite threat is that I will be thrown in the River Miljacka, which is at most knee-deep, with my feet bound in cement.

The Okavango Delta is an astonishing sight: the great Okavango River, rather than flow towards the sea, flows inland, into the sands of the Kalahari.

It is from the midst of this putrid sewer that the greatest river of human industry springs up and carries fertility to the whole world. From this foul drain pure gold flows forth.

Don't push the river. Just go with it.

In my version of paradise, the air was always cold and the rivers ran with candy.

I only met Joan Rivers once. But when she passed away, it felt like a part of me went away, too.

You throw a person in the river and then make a spectacle of jumping in to save them.

When we talk of leaving our childhood behind us, we might as well say that the river flowing onward to the sea had left the fountain behind.

All I did was sit on the riverbank handing out river water. After I'm gone, I trust you will notice the river.

I didn't set fire to the building." "No, but you did pull it into the river." "That put the fire out!

So tomorrow we disappear into the unknown. This account I am transmitting down the river by canoe, and it may be our last word to those who are interested in our fate.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

I could weep for a river-valley, and I have. But for a country? Oh man, I don't know.

An old-growth forest, a mountain range or a river valley is more important and certainly more loveable than any country will ever be.

Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.

I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky, yours until the rivers run dry. In other words, until the day I day.

We are on the Colorado — that means something more to me than electric power or a harnessed river.

The single sculler, alone on the river at dawn, or spotlighted in his lane during a race, is th emost romantic, the most quixotic figure in all rowing.

River is time in water; as it came, still so it flows, yet never is the same.

In 1846 the prairie town of Oak River existed only in a settler's dream.

I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old.

Rivers are highways that move on and bear us whither we wish to go.

If you have someone falling out of the boat, you'd have to drag the boat up the river and film the same scene ten times, every time, dragging the boat exactly where it was up the river.

I love swimming in rivers, and well remember once jumping in at Chiswick.

As a kid, I would've loved to get a tweet from David Bowie or Joan Rivers or Tom Cruise. It's great that you can communicate with people and it's instant.

Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever Redemption rips through the surface of time In the cry of a tiny babe.

I feel like im in this river just getting swept along... And if I hold on to anyone, if I'm holding on for dear life, I'm not getting anywhere. I'm stuck. ...I never wanted to get stuck

If a life goes down the toilet, it comes out in a river and meets the sea.

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.

You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.

Always a chancer, always lucky, he'd fall into a river and come out dry, with fish in his pockets.

Even when I did Ryan Gosling's movie (Lost River), we had a very '80s kind of vibe and I would say for two or three months after that, I was dressing in a very sort of '80s way.

All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.

One realization does dawn upon the death of the second parent, namely that you've now moved into the green room to the River Styx. You're next.

The thrill of a fish at the end of the line, that thing that sparks from the dark water to spinal cord, is a vestige of an archetypal joy that has to do with sustenance, material and spiritual.