Quotes About Rivers

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Rick Riordan
“That's why we live by a river. Occasionally, I forget and pat Lit on the back--'
'I hate that.'
King Midas & Lit”
Rick Riordan, The Lost Hero

Langston Hughes
“I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”
Langston Hughes

Brian Andreas
“I like geography best, he said, because your mountains & rivers know the secret. Pay no attention to boundaries.”
Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas

Dejan Stojanovic
“There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.”
Dejan Stojanovic

Kenneth Grahame
“The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.”
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Caleb Carr
“She has that quality, does the Hudson, as I imagine all great rivers do: the deep, abiding sense that those activities what take place on shore among human beings are of the moment, passing, and aren't the stories by way of which the greater tale of this planet will, in the end, be told.”
Caleb Carr, The Angel of Darkness

John Milton
“Of four infernal rivers that disgorge/ Into the burning Lake their baleful streams;/Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate,/Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;/Cocytus, nam'd of lamentation loud/ Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon/ Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage./ Far off from these a slow and silent stream,/ Lethe the River of Oblivion rolls/ Her wat'ry Labyrinth whereof who drinks,/ Forthwith his former state and being forgets,/ Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.”
John Milton, Paradise Lost

Therese Anne Fowler
“If the river has a soul, it's a peaceful one. If it has a lesson to impart, that lesson is patience. There will be drought, it says; there will be floods; the ice will form, the ice will melt; the water will flow and blend into the river's brackish mouth, then join the ocean between Lewes and Cape May, endlessly, forever, amen.”
Therese Anne Fowler, Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald

Philip Levine
“… the river sliding along its banks, darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed, the night to come.
— Excerpt from the poem “The Mercy”
Philip Levine

Aldo Leopold
“To those who know the speech of hills and rivers straightening a stream is like shipping vagrants—a very successful method of passing trouble from one place to the next. It solves nothing in any collective sense.”
Aldo Leopold, For the Health of the Land: Previously Unpublished Essays And Other Writings

Myrtle Reed
“The river itself portrays humanity precisely, with its tortuous windings, its accumulation of driftwood, its unsuspected depths, and its crystalline shallows, singing in the Summer sun. Barriers may be built across its path, but they bring only power, as the conquering of an obstacle is always sure to do. Sometimes when the rocks and stone-clad hills loom large ahead, and eternity itself would be needed to carve a passage, there is an easy way around. The discovery of it makes the river sing with gladness and turns the murmurous deeps to living water, bright with ripples and foam.”
Myrtle Reed, Old Rose and Silver

David Wroblewski
“A person could stop a specific thing, but they couldn’t stop change in general. Rivers can’t run backward. Yet, he felt there must be an alternative, neither willfulness nor resignation. He couldn’t put words to it. All he knew was, neither of them had changed their minds and neither of them could find anything more to say.”
David Wroblewski, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle

Jeanette Winterson
“When Jordan was a baby he sat on top of me much as a fly rests on a hill of dung. And I nourished him as a hill of dung nourishes a fly, and when he had eaten his fill he left me.

Jordan...

I should have named him after a stagnant pond and then I could have kept him, but I named him after a river and in the flood-tide he slipped away.”
Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry

David James Duncan
“There are many things worth telling that are not quite narrative. And eternity itself possesses no beginning, middle or end. Fossils, arrowheads, castle ruins, empty crosses: from the Parthenon to the Bo Tree to a grown man's or woman's old stuffed bear, what moves us about many objects is not what remains but what has vanished. There comes a time, thanks to rivers, when a few beautiful old teeth are all that remain of the two-hundred-foot spires of life we call trees. There comes a river, whose current is time, that does a similar sculpting in the mind.”
David James Duncan, River Teeth

Pat Barker
“we quite unselfconsciously assumed we were the measure of all things. That was how we approached them. And suddenly I saw not only that we weren't the measure of all things, but that there was no measure.”
Pat Barker, Regeneration
tags: rivers

“THE GHOST OF A VILLAGE


She wanted to know why he destroyed their land,
The village's only well,
The mines,
The rivers,
The forest,
Then the animals.

She wanted to know why he denied the villagers
A decent school,
A hospital,
Medicine,
And put up walls --
After taking down all their bridges.

She wanted to stare him deep in the eyes
And ask him why he had let so many villagers die.

So she stood at the gates of his golden palace
With her fingers curled into its iron bars,
And waited for him to come out.
And after hours turned into days,
And days turned into weeks,
She finally saw his crippled body being
Guided into a long black vehicle.

"WHY?" she shouted at him from a distance.
"WHY did you do all this?"

The white-haired man rolled down his window and
In a distasteful voice, replied back to her:

"You pitiful fool,
Do you think the world cared about me all these years?
I used to push a cart and sharpen knives,
And some days I would be forced to sleep hungry.
So as the years turned, and I became bitter and starved in more ways than one,
I decided to cut down trees,
And with the wood I built homes.
And after I sold those homes,
I bought land,
And then I built more homes and put them on the land.
Then I created a village and people came to live in it,
So I taxed everyone because the land was mine.
And because everyone lived under my security and authority,
Everyone had to pay for protection.
And with those taxes, I bought up all the surrounding land for cheap,
Because as my wealth grew, so did my power.
Then I sold everything and anything I could to the highest bidders.
And in the final days of my existence,
How dare you ask me: Why?
WHY NOT?
Do you not see the white hairs on my head
And the wrinkles on my neck?
Do you really think I care what happens to the world
After I die?"

"But those trees you cut weren't yours!
And the rivers and streams you sold weren't yours!
What made you think you could steal and sell what belongs to all the children of the earth?"

The old man snorted then replied:
"Nobody said anything, so I kept taking.
And the more I took and nobody said anything,
The larger things I'd take!
How silly of you to come crying
Only after everything is gone?
I couldn't allow your people to be intelligent, united and strong,
For they would have thrown me into the well had they discovered I was
The big bad wolf!
So I had to keep them ignorant, divided and filled with fear --
Of everything beyond the village walls."

"But do you not fear God?" the young woman cried out.

The white-haired man now answered flatly:
"God should fear me.
I've robbed and raped his people and lands,
And his followers are weak.”

And with that, he motioned for his driver to pull away.

The woman ran after the car and tried to scream,
But as soon as she opened her mouth,
Her voice turned into a howling wind.
It wailed, thrashed and moaned over the abandoned village,
Then disappeared into the hollow forest.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Paulette Jiles
“The baking wind tore at his hat and he held it by the brim with one hand. It relieved him to look at it, for the great river was like a long tale, of both great joy and great woe. And it seemed to be a story road that a person could take, and it would take him to some place where he could free his mind. Men had striven against one another to control the unreeling river-road, battling at New Madrid and Island Number Ten, at Baton Rouge and Vicksburg, in the heat of the summer and the humid choking air of the malarial swamps. But the river carried away men and guns and the garbage of war, covering it over, washing itself clean again as if they had never been. ”
Paulette Jiles, Enemy Women
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M.F. Moonzajer
“I almost moved mountains, touched rivers, impressed deserts and motivated skies, but I never made it to your heart.”
M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS

“Our lives can be compared to beautiful streams, which are destined to flow, grow in majesty to create wonderful features such as cascading waterfalls, and give nourishment and life to those in its path.

Sometimes we let fear put up a small dam in our rivers of life and it causes us to have stunted growth. We need to be able to rise above it, rise above the fear, break the dam and let our potential flow.

When we allow fear to create dams in our rivers of life, then our streams become like the Dead Sea, which is stagnant and void of life and movement. When we confront fear, we break the dams and free our potential to flow forward. - Inshan Meahjohn, The Hidden Path”
Inshan Meahjohn

Israelmore Ayivor
“Don’t let the horrible nature of the waters prevent you from crossing the rivers of life. The more horrible the challenges we face, the sweeter the joy of conquering them.”
Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Ladder

Israelmore Ayivor
“Bridges take people across rivers. Leaders take people across ignorance. With a leader, the destination of a journey is sure.”
Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Ladder

Kabir
“As the river enters into the ocean,
so my heart touches Thee.”
Kabir, Songs of Kabir

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Nature is well-spring of life.”
Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Water is water.
Water is life sustenance.”
Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Water is water.”
Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

Fennel Hudson
“The world of water has a way of perpetuating myths and shrouding lakes in mystery.”
Fennel Hudson, Wild Carp - Fennel's Journal - No. 4

“The marketplace is an institution that teaches self-advancement, private acquisition, and the domination of nature. Its way of thinking is incompatible with the round river. Ecological harmony is a nonmarket value that takes a collective will to achieve.”
Donald Worster, Wealth of Nature: Environmental History and the Ecological Imagination

أنيس منصور
“في الأنهار كما في المجتمعات الفاسدة الجثث المتعفنة هى التى تطفو على السطح”
أنيس منصور, قالوا

Patricia Lockwood
“See men for miles around give nature what she needs,
rivers and rivers and rivers of it. You exhale with perfect
happiness. Nature turned you down in high school.
Now you can come in her eye.”
Patricia Lockwood

Mehmet Murat ildan
“There are no mighty mountains for the universe, because there are no mountains for the universe, no rivers, no sun and no clouds! There is only universe for the universe, just a single entity!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

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