River Quotes
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All the charm of the angler's life would be lost but for these hours of thought and memory. All along the brook, all day on lake or river, while he takes his sport, he thinks. All the long evenings in camp, or cottage, or inn, he tells stories of his own life, hears stories of his friend's lives, and if alone calls up the magic of memory.
William Cowper Prime
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All quiet along the Potomac tonight, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, the picket's off duty forever.
Ethel Lynn Beers
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People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It's like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song.
Michael Jackson
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There is no fire like passion. There are no chains like hate. Illusion is a net, Desire is a rushing river.
Gautama Buddha
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Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.
Paul Cezanne
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Sometimes a river runs on the surface, and sometimes it runs underground, but always it is present. Even if you do not see it, you can feel it.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Each river is different, but they all eventually lead to the ocean. No matter what we’re doing or when, or whether it brings us happiness or remorse, gain or loss, we’re all on our individual paths to enlightenment. Even when we’ve done something we consider wrong, we’re still on our path to enlightenment.
Chris Prentiss
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In a swollen river the current is unequal, being much stronger in some places than in others; hence the great danger.
Emile Gaboriau
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Depending on how quickly you get ocean rise, you have people who live in river deltas at risk.
Bill Gates
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MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!
Emily Dickinson
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I once paddled a canoe the length of the Mississippi River all the way from Itasca to New Orleans.
John Sandford
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
