Quotes by Rivers Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal. Alan Paton cry-the-beloved-country names rivers But I do enjoy words—some words for their own sake! Words like river, and dawn, and daylight, and time. These words seem much richer than our experiences of the things they represent— Alasdair Gray daylight dawn rivers But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me dizzy. Albert Camus rivers talking long Tonight we water our horses in the Tennessee River. Albert Sidney Johnston horse rivers war A river or stream is a cycle of energy from sun to plants to insects to fish. It is a continuum broken only by humans. Aldo Leopold broken sun rivers The life of every river sings its own song, but in most the song is long marred by the discords of misuse. Aldo Leopold rivers song long The good life of any river may depend on the perception of its music; and the preservation of some music to perceive. Aldo Leopold good-life perception rivers . . . perhaps our grandsons, having never seen a wild river, will never miss the chance to set a canoe in singing waters . . . glad I shall never be young without wild country to be young in. Aldo Leopold rivers water country Hydrologists have demonstrated that the meanderings of a creek are a necessary part of the hydrologic functioning. The flood plain belongs to the river. The ecologist sees clearly that for similar reasons we can get along with less channel improvement on Round River. Aldo Leopold environmental rivers water Thus far we have considered the problem of conservation of land purely as an economic issue. A false front of exclusively economic determinism is so habitual to Americans in discussing public questions that one must speak in the language of compound interest to get a hearing. Aldo Leopold issues land rivers One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds. Aldo Leopold environmental rivers world We console ourselves with the comfortable fallacy that a single museum piece will do, ignoring the clear dictum of history that a species must be saved in many places if it is to be saved at all. Aldo Leopold environmental rivers museums To those who know the speech of hills and rivers straightening a stream is like shipping vagrants—a very successful method of passing trouble from one place to the next. It solves nothing in any collective sense. Aldo Leopold next successful rivers I know a painting so evanescent that it is seldom viewed at all except by some wandering deer. It is a river who wields the brush and it is the same river who before I can bring my friends to view his work erases it forever from human view. After that it exists only in my mind's eye. Aldo Leopold eye views rivers Never did we plan the morrow, for we had learned that in the wilderness some new and irresistible distraction is sure to turn up each day before breakfast. Like the river, we were free to wander. Aldo Leopold each-day rivers breakfast In our attempt to make conservation easy, we have made it trivial. Aldo Leopold environmental easy rivers The trouble with fiction," said John Rivers, "is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense. Aldous Huxley rivers reality fiction And I imagine... with great pleasure... all the horrible stirrings of the nonmanifested to bring forth the scream which creates the universe. Maybe one day I'll see you trembling, and you'll go into convulsion and grow larger and smaller until your mouth opens and the world will come from your mouth, escaping through the window like a river, and it will flood the city. And then we'll begin to live. Alejandro Jodorowsky escaping cities rivers I wish I could avoid the people who have threatened me. My favorite threat is that I will be thrown in the River Miljacka, which is at most knee-deep, with my feet bound in cement. Aleksandar Hemon feet rivers people When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman's thrusting The final nail with bony thud, When, over the foul flooding river, Upon the wet grey height, I toss Before my land's grim looks, and shiver As I swing here upon the cross, Then, through the blood and weeping, stretches My dying sight to space remote; I see upon the river's reaches Christ sailing to me in a boat. Alexander Blok land rivers blood «1234567891011»