Rivers Quotes - Page 39

An individual human existence should be like a river

The headlong stream is termed violent But the river bed hemming it in is Termed violent by no one.

What vast additions to the conveniences and comforts of living might mankind have acquired, if the money spent in wars had been employed in works of public utility; what an extension of agriculture even to the tops of our mountains; what rivers rendered navigable, or joined by canals; what bridges, aqueducts, new roads, and other public works, edifices, and improvements might not have been obtained by spending those millions in doing good, which in the last war have been spent in doing mischief.

I cried a river of tears but he was too heavy to float on them. So I dragged him with me these years across an ocean.

People find gold in fields, veins, river beds, and pockets. Whichever, it takes work to get it out.

Boundaries don't protect rivers, people do.

I always like to look for adventure when I go away. I have gone on several horse adventures with my wife - from Guangxi we went up to the High Tibetan region. We also went along the Hurunui River on horseback in the South Island of New Zealand.

I'm the slowest driver in the world.

Rivers perhaps are the only physical features of the world that are at their best from the air.

What we call strategy is mainly just crossing rivers on bridges and passing mountains though cols.

Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You like a shawl, To parry stones To keep you warm. Watch the people succumb To madness With ample cheer; Let them look askance at you And you askance reply. Be an outcast; Be pleased to walk alone (Uncool) Or line the crowded River beds With other impetuous Fools. Make a merry gathering On the bank Where thousands perished For brave hurt words They said. Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Qualified to live Among your dead.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.

Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.

You do not really care for God's mercy or His comfort either, so long as you live in any sin. And it is well that you do not; for you can have neither. Your peace will be like a river, when you put away your sin; but not one word of true peace, not one drop of true comfort, can you have till then.

One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds.

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.

Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.

The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave. Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery.

I could as easily bail out the Potomac River with a teaspoon as attend to all the details of the army.

A convention is a social pattern we have chosen to prefer over whatever the raw world simply proffers. It is a sign of the operation of the mind, drawing the assent of a sufficient number of other minds so that the agreement will be widely operative. A convention is not a custom; a custom is a habit in which a sufficient number acquiesce. A custom can appear as a convention, but it is really a lesser act, the result of passive acceptance rather than of the imposition of design. It is the difference between learning to live by the annual flooding of the river or by a calendar.

Ideas, like large rivers, never have just one source.

Music, the most abstract and uncanny art, is an eternal river of sound moving through time. We can free ourselves from whatever may be holding us back, and join that flowing river.

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.

There's a boy across the river with an ass like a peach; alas I was no swimmer and lost my Clementine.

The deepest rivers make least din, The silent soule doth most abound in care.