#river

I love swimming in rivers, and well remember once jumping in at Chiswick. ↗

— Boris Johnson

#i love #jumping #love #once #remember

If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read: "President Can't Swim." ↗

— Lyndon B. Johnson

#across #afternoon #headline #i #morning

The novel is not so much a literary genre, but a literary space, like a sea that is filled by many rivers. ↗

— Jose Saramago

#genre #like #literary #many #much

All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course, all rivers go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river. ↗

— Simone Schwarz-Bart

#catch #course #dazzling #down #drown

I don't know driving in another way which isn't risky. Each one has to improve himself. Each driver has its limit. My limit is a little bit further than other's. ↗

— Ayrton Senna

#another way #bit #driver #driving #each

You will never know the feeling of a driver when winning a race. The helmet hides feelings that cannot be understood. ↗

— Ayrton Senna

#driver #feeling #feelings #helmet #hides

Porsche and BMW drivers are arrogant. ↗

— Caroll Shelby

#bmw #drivers #porsche

Racing has reached the point where it is pricing the young driver, no matter his talent, out of the game. ↗

— Caroll Shelby

#game #his #matter #out #point

My driver Kellie Frost and I would race these fellows home and they were always faster on the highway. We did the same with Daniel and his driver, and thus began a long series of jokes and competitions to alleviate the impossible hours and tensions this film provoked. ↗

— Madeleine Stowe

#always #began #competitions #daniel #did

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