A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down the river. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
The blues is a mighty long road. Or it could be a river, one that twists and turns and flows into a… — Billy Gibbons Copy Share Image
Saltwater fishing is only for the strong man with a hard stomach. It's like sex after lunch. — Charles Ritz Copy Share Image
Always a chancer, always lucky, he'd fall into a river and come out dry, with fish in his pockets. — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
Successful trout fishing isn't a matter of brute force or even persistence, but something more like infiltration. — John Gierach Copy Share Image
Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Does a little fish, swimming though the net's eye, suffer from inferiority complex? — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec Copy Share Image
I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The human body is river of intelligence, energy and information that is constantly renewing itself in every second of its existence. — Deepak Chopra Copy Share Image
Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
It's easy to become hopeless. So people must have hope: the human brain, the resilience of nature, the energy of young people… — Jane Goodall Copy Share Image
Not since the Depression has the state been this dry, have our rivers been this low, our water table this low, and… — Parris Glendening Copy Share Image
I was working with mud and photographs and thread, eyelashes, carrots and acetone... I was throwing radios off buildings and... remember floating… — William Wegman Copy Share Image
Here was the thing about traveling down an uncharted river: You could only say how long you'd been traveling; you could never… — Louis Bayard Copy Share Image
The world turns softly Not to spill its lakes and rivers, The water is held in its arms And the sky is… — Hilda Conkling Copy Share Image
Swift or smooth, broad as the Hudson or narrow enough to scrape your gunwales, every river is a world of its own,… — Bob Marshall Copy Share Image
Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
We crave a world of either/or, but the Dream says, Both/and. We build a wall between our social persona and our inner… — Marc Ian Barasch Copy Share Image
I knew that danger lay ahead, of course; but I did not expect to meet it in our own Shire. Can't a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
God pity us that after years of writing, using mountains of paper and rivers of ink, exhausting flashy terminology about the biggest… — Leonard Ravenhill Copy Share Image
When the first light dawned on the earth, and the birds awoke, and the brave river was heard rippling confidently seaward, and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The natives are very exact and punctual in the bounds of their lands, belonging to this or that prince or people, even… — Roger Williams Copy Share Image
We don't tend to ask where a lake comes from. It lies before us, contained and complete, tantalizing in its depth but… — John Daniel Copy Share Image
I trust the mystery. I trust what comes in silence and what comes in nature where there's no diversion. I think the… — Angeles Arrien Copy Share Image
