#river

Well, I think breathing life into the Endangered Species Act, taking those wolves back into Yellowstone, restoring the salmon in the rivers of the Pacific Northwest. ↗

— Bruce Babbitt

#back #breathing #endangered #endangered species #endangered species act

In this time the enemy began to undermine our fort, which was situated sixty yards from Kentucky River. ↗

— Daniel Boone

#enemy #fort #kentucky #our #river

I'm not a bad driver. And I never will be because I took lessons when I was quite a boy. I never had to pass a test because there wasn't such a thing when I first started driving a motor car. So I didn't have to pass one. ↗

— Richard Murdoch

#because #boy #car #driver #driving

A good river is nature's life work in song. ↗

— Mark Helprin

#river #song #life

Don't you want to be neighbors?" "No." he said. "I want to be lovers. Sleep-together lovers. Wake-up together lovers. One bed." Oh, God, she was going to fall in love. She could feel it happening. ↗

— Tara Janzen

#love

From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brighter than all save the eyes of Eleonora; and, winding stealthily about in mazy courses, it passed away, at length, through a shadowy gorge, among hills still dimmer than those whence it had issued. We called it the "River of Silence"; for there seemed to be a hushing influence in its flow. No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#eleonora #love #river #short-story #silence

She has that quality, does the Hudson, as I imagine all great rivers do: the deep, abiding sense that those activities what take place on shore among human beings are of the moment, passing, and aren't the stories by way of which the greater tale of this planet will, in the end, be told. ↗

— Caleb Carr

#rivers #time #imagination

It (the river Minho) starts life as a playful stream, home to a few frogs, and ends up being a whole landscape with romantic nooks where trees are reflected in the water and where trout, mullet and eel swim. ↗

— Antonio Pedro

#home

And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones... ↗

— Colin Meloy

#decemberists #engine-driver #love #home

Are you watching the boats?" Cornelia guessed. She craned her neck to see if there was any excitement on the river. Heavens no, I'm spying on people," Virginia responded unrepentantly. -Cornelia E and Virginia Somerset ↗

— Lesley M.M. Blume

#blume #boats #cornelia #escapades #humor