Rivers Quotes

Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.

What you give away comes back to you in a river.

Be patient. Always be kind. Stand in the middle of the river. Be prepared. It [success] will all come. Don't be in such a rush.

Kamby Bolongo Mean River is an original and fearless fiction. It bears genetic traces of Beckett and Stein, but Robert Lopez's powerful cadences and bleak, joyful wit are all his own.

How well he fell asleepl Like some proud river, widening toward the sea; Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.

If you're going to write about the river, you've got to get in.

Sorry-in-the-Vale, Sorriest River, Crying Pools," said Jared. "Is the quarry called Really Depressed Quarry?

Around the outskirts of the city, cut off from town by the black oval of the river, everything was in darkness. Everyone ugly was in bed by now.

Fishing is taking a huge toll on the planet's ecosystem. We are emptying the oceans, seas, lakes, and rivers as we fish them dry.

We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.

All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course, all rivers go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river.

Life, the river of the Spirit, consenting to anguish and sorrow.

We don't have to look for what the next thing will be. If experience is any judge, it'll come flowing toward us like a river.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.

Why sip from a tea cup, when you can drink from the river.

I've always assumed there's a dark river flowing beneath my fans' desires.

Thr principle of organization is built into nature. Chaos itself is self-organizing. Out of primordial disorder, stars find their orbit; rivers make their way to the sea.

What do we call the river? Every moment the water is changing, the shore is changing, every moment the environment is changing, what is the river then? It is the name of this series of changes.

I love being so tight on people in close-ups that the veins in their eyes look like the Mississippi River.

I journeyed to London, to the timekept City, Where the River flows, with foreign flotations. There I was told: we have too many churches, And too few chop-houses.

Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine.

What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?

Anglers may be divided into almost as many genera and species as the fish they catch, and engage in the sport from as many impulses.

For the true angler, fishing produces a deep,unspoken joy, born of longing for that which is quiet and peaceful, and fostered by an inbred love of communing with nature

What pretty bright trout there are in this bold rock creek! It would full be called a river in England, and so it is!

This broken country extends back from the river for many miles and has been called always be Indian, French voyager and American trappers alike, the Bad Lands.

Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowly alpine river flowed And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind.

The expedition of Messrs. Lewis & Clarke for exploring the river Missouri, & the best communication from that to the Pacific ocean, has had all the success which could have been expected.

It was actually, 'Where ever there is television, there is poor old shagged out Tom Baker running across the rocks and punting down the river.'

. . . . spending more time with my fly firmly attached to the branches of trees and almost none of it attached to the lips of a trout.

...secretly I lament the hundreds [of fish] we never caught because we forever persisted in fishing only the likliest holding water.

Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,I drunk me a river since you tore me apart

Fishing, by its very nature, nourishes the imagination, feeding it with a potent fuel of hope and desire.

If you want to catch more fish, more often, take luck out of your fishing equation and replace it with knowledge of fish, their habitat and behavior, and you will make your own luck.

It is a blessing. When I first got wind of [Chris Rivers] taking the rap thing serious and wanting to make a career out of it.

What the river was showing her now was that she could flow beyond the brokenness, redeem herself, and fuse once more.

By perceiving ourselves as part of the river, we take responsibility for the river as a whole.

I just can't stand jazz/rock. I think it's the worst thing that's come down the river yet.

There have been many occasions when I found it helpful to talk out loud to my own thoughts, ordering the unwholesome ones to go off somewhere and jump into the river.

I am an intelligent river which has reflected successively all the banks before which it has flowed by meditating only on the images offered by those changing shores.

I love playing against Philip Rivers because he is so competitive, he is so fiery. You can just tell how he just gets his guys going.

We can none of us step into the same river twice, but the river flows on and the other river we step into is cool and refreshing, too

The muddy rivers of spring Are snarling Under the muddy skies. The mind is muddy.

The point is this: that the stream of memory may lead you to the river of understanding. And understanding, in turn, may be a tributary to the river of forgiveness.

He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."

Forget all you know or think you know; Abandon power and enforced decree. Inward, where the deepest rivers flow, Find the currents of eternity.

History is a river that never ends. Today is history, and I am here at the fountainhead.

One afternoon late in October of the year 1697, Euclide Auclair, the philosopher apothecary of Quebec, stood on the top of Cap Diamant gazing down the broad, empty river far beneath him.

Life is a waste of woes, And Death a river deep, That ever onward flows, Troubled, yet asleep.