Quotes on Rivers

A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.

Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish. Do not overdo it.

When it seems like the night will last forever,_x000D_ _x000D_ And there's nothing left to do but count the years, _x000D_ _x000D_ When the strings of my harp to sever, _x000D_ _x000D_ And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears... _x000D_ _x000D_ I will walk alone by the black muddy river, _x000D_ _x000D_ And dream me a dream of my own, _x000D_ _x000D_ I will walk alone by the black muddy river,_x000D_ _x000D_ And sing me a song of my own.

River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, _x000D_ _x000D_ It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago_x000D_ _x000D_ Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home

Only as the written text began to speak would the voices of the forest, and of the river, begin to fade. And only then would language loosen its ancient association with the invisible breath, the spirit sever itself from the wind, the psyche dissociate itself from the environing air.

I refuse to accept the idea that man is mere flotsam and jetsam in the river of life, unable to influence the unfolding events which surround him.

. . . the mind is desperate to fix the river {of events} in place: Possessed by ideas of the past, preoccupied with images of the future, it overlooks the plain truth of the moment.

Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery element were made for wise men to contemplate, and fools to pass by without consideration.

Make each day truly new, dressing it with the blessings of heaven, bathing it in wisdom and love and putting yourself under the protection of Mother Nature. Learn from the wise, from the sacred books, but do not forget that every mountain, river, plant or tree also has something to teach.

At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books.

Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.

What does it mean when a man falls in love with a radiant face across the room? It may mean that he has some soul work to do. His soul is the issue. Instead of pursuing the woman and trying to get her alone, away from her husband, he needs to go alone himself, perhaps to a mountain cabin, for three months, write poetry, canoe down a river, and dream. That would save some women a lot of trouble.

The river of truth is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between them, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the mainstream.

For a dying man it is not a difficult decision [to agree to become the world's first heart transplant] ... because he knows he is at the end. If a lion chases you to the bank of a river filled with crocodiles, you will leap into the water convinced you have a chance to swim to the other side. But you would not accept such odds if there were no lion.

I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer.

But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me dizzy.

There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman._x000D_ There is not even a rope to tow the boat, and no one to pull it._x000D_ There is no earth, no sky, no time, no thing, no shore, no ford!

The river that flows in you also flows in me.

It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended.