Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad… — Abraham Lincoln Copy Share Image
We see the water of a river flowing uninterruptedly and passing away, and all that floats on its surface, rubbish or beams… — Tikhon of Zadonsk Copy Share Image
I stood looking down through the beech trees. When I threw a stone I could count to five before the splash. Then… — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
“But I also know this: even though water chooses the path of least resistance, it ultimately defines its own course. Rivers divide… — Shona Patel Copy Share Image
Well Vin says that there's something behind all this, right? Some evil force of doom or whatever? Well, if I were said… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
I remember how beautiful the Merrimac looked to me in childhood, the first true river I ever knew; it opened upon my… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Now suzanne takes you hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From salvation army counters… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
The great river follows its own course before joining the vast sea. Likewise, the soul follows equally varied routes and passes through… — Andre Luiz Moreira Copy Share Image
Depending on how quickly you get ocean rise, you have people who live in river deltas [at risk]. Bangladesh is largely a… — Bill Gates Copy Share Image
I am almost certain fishermen posess a peculiar bend to their makeup. Fisherman are optimists, and the fish in the future is… — Joseph Monninger Copy Share Image
You are about to be told one more time that you are America's most valuable natural resource. Have you seen what they… — Utah Phillips Copy Share Image
My God, grant that my bounty may be a clear and transparent river, flowing from pure charity, and uncontaminated by self-love, ambition,… — Gotthold Ephraim Lessing Copy Share Image
(with trout) we are touching something unrestricted, wild and arcane, beyond the reach of those who carefully maintain one-dimensional lives. There is,… — Russell Chatham Copy Share Image
Seattle is beautiful. You look at the sky and it's one of the most beautiful skies in the world, and then there's… — Veena Sud Copy Share Image
Arya.' He looked down the silvery river and then back at Arya, and he gripped the hilt of Brisingr. He was so… — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful." She leaned forward and touched… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The baking wind tore at his hat and he held it by the brim with one hand. It relieved him to look… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
Christ [is] the very essence of all delights and pleasures, the very soul and substance of them. As all the rivers are… — John Flavel Copy Share Image
...when the words pour out of you just right, you understand that these sentences are all part of a river flowing out… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Consciousness... does not appear to itself chopped up in bits. Such words as 'chain' or 'train' do not describe it fitly as… — William James Copy Share Image
I think it's necessary to evaluate a skyscraper at multiple scales, since that's how we experience it: from right next to it… — Paul Goldberger Copy Share Image
When the word began to get out, the idea of tying imitations of aquatic worms was not met with universal approval in… — Ed Engle Copy Share Image
Too many commercials, too many lies Too many celebrities I don't recognize Too many brand names, too many magazines I got so… — Fred Small Copy Share Image
When we fall utterly, something gathers us up. But our falling must be without reservation, without expectation, without hope, though not hopeless.… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
The Ganga, especially, is the river of India, beloved of her people, round which are intertwined her memories, her hopes and fears,… — Jawaharlal Nehru Copy Share Image
Where the heart is, there the muses, there the gods sojourn, and not in any geography of fame. Massachusetts, Connecticut River, and… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
But when I saw the cursive grace of Guido Rahr's fly line writing prayers I couldn't read to the river gods of… — Jessica Maxwell Copy Share Image
It is utterly soothing to fly fish for trout. All other considerations or worries drift away and you couldn't keep them close… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
It is not the right angle that attracts me, nor the straight line, hard and inflexible, created by man. What attracts me… — Oscar Niemeyer Copy Share Image
If your rod weighs six ounces, your reel nine, and your line another ounce or two, it means that you are holding… — Ted Trueblood Copy Share Image
Karen rowed for what the venerable American shell builder George Pocock called 'the symphony of motion.' As dawn breaks over the river,… — Stefan Kieszling Copy Share Image
These are the technicalities. The jetes and pirouettes.. but the music of the dance lies in the subtle signals between the steps:… — Jessica Maxwell Copy Share Image
Even places that have been shrouded in darkness for billions of years can be illuminated. Even a stone from the bottom of… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
The world we inhabit is abundant beyond our wildest imagination. There are trees, dreams, sunrises; there are thunderstorms, shadows, rivers; there are… — Paul Feyerabend Copy Share Image
May your rivers flow without end... down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
That's the great thing about being in a band: it's a gang for people who are too wimpy to fight. You can… — Torquil Campbell Copy Share Image
In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image