There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.
Dejan StojanovicStichwörter: wisdom poetry literature singing sky quotes thoughts another river rivers alphabet leaf poetry-quotes literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic whispering shimmering
She'd barely covered up her long, tan legs in a pair of shorts that made me want to go to church on Sunday just to thank God for creating her.
- Beau
Stichwörter: river beau ashton
Time itself is a thing, so it seems to me, that stands solidly like a fence of iron palings with its endless row of years; and we flow past like Gyoll, on our way to a sea from which we shall return only as rain.
Gene WolfeStichwörter: time rain mortality river
But there was nothing. No village or town as far as her eyes could strain. Nowhere for her saviours to come from and take her to; just fields and trees and the weeping arc of the river Greave all the way to the horizon. Just like in the books, Greaveburn was all there was; building and building until streets were foundations, roofs were floors, constantly climbing away from itself. now that Abrasia saw it, her dream of escape crumbled completely like an ancient map in her fingers. The horizon was the world's edge and there was nothing beyond it but mist and falling.
Greaveburn stood alone on this little circle of earth, the river running around and into itself like a snake eating its tail. And Abrasia was doomed to watch the sun and stars trade places for all eternity.
Stichwörter: gothic river city steampunk abrasia greave greaveburn
Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.
Félix J. PalmaStichwörter: time birth shore river
The greatest rivers always find their way to the ocean. Like a ship reaching out to its motherland.
Saleem SharmaStichwörter: ocean river motherland
It took him half an hour to reach the little mission chapel. From his position on his back in the river he could see just the tip of the steeple, but for the most part he gazed upward at the constellations. Rudy knew his constellations, because each one of his daughters had done a science project on them and they'd spent hours lying on their backs in the middle of the Edgar Lee Masters campus looking up at the sky. As the river bent to the south, he could see Virgo and Centaurus coming into view. At first they reminded him of true beauty, and he was overwhelmed. He knew that this heart-piercing ache, however painful, was the central experience of his life and that he would have to come to terms with it. No one - not Aristotle, not Epicurus, not Siva Singh - would ever convince him otherwise. But then it occurred to him that Virgo and Centaurus were just as arbitrary as the rudimentary classification system he'd used for his books - Helen's books. There were a lot of stars left out of the constellations, and nothing to stop you from drawing the lines in different ways to create different pictures. He wanted to lift his wings and fly, but he didn't have the power. He could only let the river carry him along.
Robert HellengaStichwörter: life river constellations
The river is one of my favorite metaphors, the symbol of the great flow of Life Itself. The river begins at Source, and returns to Source, unerringly. This happens every single time, without exception. We are no different.
Jeffrey R. AndersonStichwörter: nature cosmology river flow source the-flow-of-life
It is not required that we know all of the details about every stretch of the river. Indeed, were we to know, it would not be an adventure, and I wonder if there would be much point in the journey.
Jeffrey R. AndersonStichwörter: adventure grace navigation river life-journey
Where there is so much racket, there must be something out of kilter
Sojourner TruthStichwörter: river kilter racket sojourner
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