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On a craggy bluff above the majestic Ottawa River stands the remarkable embodiment of our system of governance: Parliament.
We must kill them in war, just because they live beyond the river. If they lived on this side, we would be called murderers.
I have nothing snarky to say about Joan Rivers' appearance. We should all be that happy with how we look on camera, frankly.
You need a certain amount of nerve to be a writer, an almost physical nerve, the kind you need to walk a log across a river.
I started out thinking of America as highways and state lines. As I got to know it better, I began to think of it as rivers.
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the river. Listen to the ocean.
While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.
I don't know anything but writing practice, and so what I really do is direct that energy as if it were flowing down a river.
This dull river has a deep religion of its own; so, let us trust, has the dullest human soul, though, perhaps, unconsciously.
We can see cities during the day and at night, and we can watch rivers dump sediment into the ocean, and see hurricanes form.
The city of Cork - the urban center, where all the shops and bars and everything are - is actually an island, a river island.
There are people in this administration who say they don't care if the UN sinks under the East river, and other crude things.
And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.
We don't have to look for what the next thing will be. If experience is any judge, it'll come flowing toward us like a river.
Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod; With its crystal tide for ever, Flowing by the throne of God?
The entertainment industry as a whole has given more thought to the pollution of rivers than it has to the pollution of minds.
The famous balance of nature is the most extraordinary of all cybernetic systems. Left to itself, it is always self-regulated.
The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.
It?s a beautiful descent in a 737, into the Bitterroot Valley, following the Clark Fork River, on a perfect golden autumn day .
Be patient. Always be kind. Stand in the middle of the river. Be prepared. It [success] will all come. Don't be in such a rush.
The river was always there inside of me, but I was very shy. I could see that this was my path. I felt destiny in my own music.
So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.
It does not take much technical knowledge to understand why the interlinking of rivers is an absurd idea and a ruinous project.
The fly angler who says they have never, ever fallen while wading , is either a pathogenic liar, or has never been fly-fishing.
Faith does not need to push the river because faith is able to trust that there is a river. The river is flowing. We are in it.
The stones of a river start out rough, but with the current continually bumping and polishing them, they end up being beautiful.
Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when.
Why cross and ocean when you can cross a river? Why should we sail to Washington when we can meet right away 10 miles from here?
Between the banks of pleasure and pain flows the river of life. If you spend much time on either bank you will miss out on life.
A complex decision is like a great river, drawing from its many tributaries the innumerable premises of which it is constituted.
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.
I was the one with the open wound, and the river waters turned red when I bathed in them. My sadness is greater than the heavens.
What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.
The rivers of America will run with blood filled to their banks before we will submit to them taking the Bible out of our schools.
Let us not forget the East Bank of the (River) Jordan, where seventy per cent of the inhabitants belong to the Palestinian nation.
The Divine is the sea. All religions are rivers leading to the sea. Some rivers wind a great deal. Why not go to the sea directly?
I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old.
A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears, Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears, Incubus graves and Caster rivers, The Final Page the End delivers.
Everything is flowing. The Great River of Time takes everything with it, and nothing in this world remains unchanged or stabilized.
Trains are wonderful.... To travel by train is to see nature and human beings, towns and churches and rivers, in fact, to see life.
Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide.
I sing Connecticut, her charms / Of rivers, orchards, blossoming ridges. / I sing her gardens, fences, farms, / Spiders and midges.
I don't suppose I ever entirely release a fish. I may not eat it, but that does not mean I take nothing from it before I let it go.
You must build your House of Parliament on the river: so... that the populace cannot exact their demands by sitting down round you.
...secretly I lament the hundreds [of fish] we never caught because we forever persisted in fishing only the likliest holding water.
The true fisherman approaches the first day of fishing season with all the sense of wonder and awe of a child approaching Christmas.
Anglers may be divided into almost as many genera and species as the fish they catch, and engage in the sport from as many impulses.
Figures dark beneath their loads pass down the far bank of the river, rendered immortal by the streak of sunset upon their shoulders
Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn't a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.
The human body is river of intelligence, energy and information that is constantly renewing itself in every second of its existence.