#river

Not since the Depression has the state been this dry, have our rivers been this low, our water table this low, and our reservoirs this low. ↗

— Parris Glendening

#depression #dry #low #our #rivers

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

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

Tommy, I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone before. If you repeat it, I'll deny I said it. Five years ago I saw a white owl with a seventy-foot wingspan swoop out of the sky and pluck a demon off a hillside and take off into the sky." "I heard that cops get the best drugs," Tommy said. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#tommy #love

I still remember her meandering Mississippi kiss. I sipped it like a riverboat captain in the desert. Ah, to be young and naughtily nautical. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#kiss #mississippi #naughty #nautical #riverboat-captain

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

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

...you are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poetry #river-rock #stream #upper-room

Denial ain't just a river in Egypt. ↗

— Mark Twain

#egypt #just #river

The night-soil men can see a bird walking in trees. It isn't a bird. It is a woman who has removed her skin and is on her way to drink the blood of her secret enemies. It is a woman who has left her skin i a corner of a house made out of wood. It is a woman who is reasonable and admires honeybees in the hibiscus. ↗

— Jamaica Kincaid

#caribbean #jamaica-kincaid #men