Explore Quotes on Rivers

Years from now, years and years, one of those ships will bring me back, me and my nine Brazilian brats. Because yes, they must see this, these lights, the river -- I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

What is a fish without a river? What is a bird without a tree to nest in? What is an Endangered Species Act without any enforcement mechanism to ensure their habitat is protected? It is nothing.

Congress has an obligation to protect our country's natural beauty, embodied in our nation's parks, rivers, and breathtaking landscapes.

Love is only surpassing sweet when it is directed toward a mortal object, and the secret of this ultimate sweetness only is defined by the bitterness of death. Thus the white peoples of the world foresee a time when their land with its rivers and mountains still lies under heaven as it does today, but other people dwell there; when their language is entombed in books, and their laws and customs have lost their living power.

I sometimes think the Pussy-Willows grey_x000D_Are Angel Kittens who have lost their way,_x000D_And every Bulrush on the river bank_x000D_A Cat-Tail from some lovely Cat astray.

I have watched the river and the sea for a lifetime. I have seen rivers rob soil from the roots of trees until the giants came foundering down. I have watched shores slip and perish, the channels silt and change; what was beach become a swamp and a headland tumble into the sea. An island has eroded in silent pain since my boyhood, and reefs have become islands. Yet the old people used to say, People pass away, but not the land. It remains forever. Maybe that is so. The land changes. The land continues. The sea changes. The sea remains.

I will jump into the river to save two brothers or eight cousins.

Round a turn of the Qin Fortress winds the Wei River, _x000D__x000D_And Yellow Mountain foot-hills enclose the Court of China; _x000D__x000D_Past the South Gate willows comes the Car of Many Bells _x000D__x000D_On the upper Palace-Garden Road-a solid length of blossom; _x000D__x000D_A Forbidden City roof holds two phoenixes in cloud; _x000D__x000D_The foliage of spring shelters multitudes from rain; _x000D__x000D_And now, when the heavens are propitious for action, _x000D__x000D_Here is our Emperor ready-no wasteful wanderer.

Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;_x000D__x000D_And spring comes green again to trees and grasses_x000D__x000D_Where petals have been shed like tears_x000D__x000D_And lonely birds have sung their grief._x000D__x000D_...After the war-fires of three months,_x000D__x000D_One message from home is worth a ton of gold._x000D__x000D_...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin_x000D__x000D_To hold the hairpins any more.

I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

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

In rich and captivating prose, Jessica DuLong kindly invites the rest of us on the journey of her lifetime: from a dot-com job to the fabled waters of the Hudson River, where she became a fireboat engineer. This is an unusual and fascinating book.

Thanks be to God, not--only for 'rivers of endless joys above, but for 'rills of comfort here below.'

Here is a tree rooted in African soil, nourished with waters from the rivers of Afrika. Come and sit under its shade and become, with us, the leaves of the same branch and the branches of the same tree

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.

It is not merely our own desire but the desire of Christ in His Spirit that drives us to grow in love. Those who seldom or never feel in their hearts the desire for the love of God and other men, and who do not thirst for the pure waters of desire which are poured out in us by the strong, living God, are usually those who have drunk from other rivers or have dug for themselves broken cisterns.

Life, according to Zen, ought to be lived as a bird flies through the air, or as a fish swims in the water.

Fame, like the river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off.

Christ [is] the very essence of all delights and pleasures, the very soul and substance of them. As all the rivers are gathered into the ocean, which is congregation or meeting-place of all waters in the world: so Christ is that ocean in which all true delights and pleasures meet. . . .

Our Lord Jesus is ever giving, and does not for a solitary instant withdraw his hand. As long as there is a vessel of grace not yet full to the brim, the oil shall not be stayed. He is a sun ever-shining; he is manna always falling round the camp; he is a rock in the desert, ever sending out streams of life from his smitten side; the rain of his grace is always dropping; the river of his bounty is ever-flowing, and the well-spring of his love is constantly overflowing.

But now the giant heads of Plato and Socrates, each with an expression of penetrating wisdom carved on his white features, surveyed the river and the melon beds beyond.