#river

I have known Harold Ford Jr. since before he was born, in that his father was my driver in the 1966 governor's race, and has remained a friend of mine all these years. ↗

— John Jay Hooker

#born #driver #father #ford #friend

Just as there's garbage that pollutes the Potomac river, there is garbage polluting our culture. We need an Environmental Protection Agency to clean it up. ↗

— Patrick Buchanan

#clean #culture #environmental #environmental protection #garbage

Because memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present. In order to reach any kind of success in automobile racing, a driver must never remember. ↗

— Garth Stein

#memory #racing #success #truth #art

The other day, when I was deciding where to place a mountain range, how to make a river's flow detour around underground stalactite caves, and what precise color to give the sky at sunset, I realized I was God... or an artist and a writer. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#artist #color #create #creating #creation

One of the the things she most liked about the city -apart from all its obvious attractions, the theatre, the galleries, the exhilarating walks by the river- was that so few people ever asked you personal questions. ↗

— Julia Gregson

#beauty #city #east-of-the-sun #julia-gregson #london

The time for change had come, and it wasn’t until that moment that the Lady remembered, even answers had their own clock. ↗

— Erin Cole

#change

… the river sliding along its banks, darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed, the night to come. — Excerpt from the poem “The Mercy ↗

— Philip Levine

#diamonds #rivers #stars #water #change

May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#flow #honesty #integrity #moral-courage #river

American youth attributes much more importance to arriving at driver's license age than at voting age. ↗

— Marshall McLuhan

#american #american youth #arriving #attributes #driver

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. ↗

— Craig Hallam

#city #gothic #greave #greaveburn #river