Nothing is forever, but there's a continuing stream of people who go through our lives and continue with us... Nothing just stops… — Danielle Steel Copy Share Image
What makes a kingdom great is its being like a down-flowing river,--the central point towards which all the smaller streams under Heaven… — Laozi Copy Share Image
After the doctor's departure Koznyshev felt inclined to go to the river with his fishing rod. He was fond of angling, and… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I don't believe in symbolic gods.I believe that god exists all around us.In the flow of the river,in the rustle of the… — Amish Tripathi Copy Share Image
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
If I live to be old enough, I may sit down under some bush, the last left in the utilitarian world, and… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
Nature never set forth the earth in so rich tapestry as divers poets have done; neither with pleasant rivers, fruitful trees, sweet-smelling… — Philip Sidney Copy Share Image
He had thrown himself away, he had lost interest in everything, and life, falling in with his feelings, had demanded nothing of… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
When your heart's gratitude comes to the fore, when you become all gratitude, this gratitude is like a flow, a flow of… — Sri Chinmoy Copy Share Image
Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The thing is, people can't complain about profit-oriented moves if they're only interested in profit themselves. You can't have it both ways.… — Ian MacKaye Copy Share Image
Stories are a kind of thing, too. Stories and objects share something, a patina. I thought I had this clear, two years… — Edmund de Waal Copy Share Image
It is not merely our own desire but the desire of Christ in His Spirit that drives us to grow in love.… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
This is a unique aquarium in that a large portion of its collection features freshwater species, and it specializes in fish, amphibians… — John Grant Copy Share Image
There is no differentiation between all living things: trees, river, animals, and humans. We are all one interdependent organism, so our focus… — Ian Somerhalder Copy Share Image
Lichfield, England. Swallows certainly sleep all winter. A number of them conglobulate together, by flying round and round, and then all in… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
I watch her as she leaves. Everything about her is fluid as a river. Her messy hair, her xylophone voice, the strokes… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
The rivers flow long distances and their goodness spreads all over far and wide. We are far from each other but our… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The river has taught me to listen; you will learn from it, too. The river knows everything; one can learn everything from… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
I sailed on the cold air currents above the rooftops of Paris. I could see the river, the Louvre Museum, the gardens… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
I fished a little while ago with a man, not in his first youth, who had wasted the flower of his life… — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill: For there the mystical brotherhood Of sun and moon and hollow and wood And… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous,… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
Here is adventure. Here is romance. Here is mystery. Tropical rivers – silently flowing into the unknown. The unbelievable splendor of exotic… — Walt Disney Copy Share Image
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind in never weary; The vine still clings to the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
Stars do not struggle to shine, rivers do not struggle to flow, and you will never struggle to excel in life because… — Donald Driver Copy Share Image
Hiking a ridge, a meadow, or a river bottom, is as healthy a form of exercise as one can get. Hiking seems… — William O. Douglas Copy Share Image
Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We console ourselves with the comfortable fallacy that a single museum piece will do, ignoring the clear dictum of history that a… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
There comes a point where we need to stop just pulling people out of the river. We need to go upstream and… — Desmond Tutu Copy Share Image
Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through… — Lydia M. Child Copy Share Image
I'm particularly struck by the neo-socialist concern for the well-being of plants, animals, lakes and rivers, rain forests and deserts - particularly… — Robert Sirico Copy Share Image
Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowly alpine river flowed And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying… — Thomas Buchanan Read Copy Share Image
Denial is really death. People think that when you're connected with other people it's more painful. The opposite is true. When you're… — Eve Ensler Copy Share Image
My school was six miles away from where I lived on the farm. I had to walk and run, there and back… — Haile Gebrselassie Copy Share Image
The best fisherman I know try not to make the same mistakes over and over again; instead they strive to make new… — John Gierach Copy Share Image
Along the western slopes of the Oregon Coastal Range . . . come look: the hysterical crashing of tributaries as they merge… — Ken Kesey Copy Share Image
The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
