#river

After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross. ↗

— Buffalo Bill

#comparatively #cross #crossing #felt #had

If I were mayor, I'd invite everyone to have free boat trips on the river and free balloon rides over the city. I'd let the elderly in residential homes wander free. ↗

— Jane Birkin

#boat #city #elderly #everyone #free

Never break your putter and your driver in the same round or you're dead. ↗

— Tommy Bolt

#dead #driver #never #putter #round

Escape from the architecture ghetto is one of the major drivers and has been from the very beginning. ↗

— Rem Koolhaas

#been #beginning #drivers #escape #ghetto

I had the fortunate experience to play with people from different schools of music. Sam Rivers is from the fundamentalist school of music. ↗

— Kevin Eubanks

#different schools #experience #fortunate #fundamentalist #had

Delaware River Power Squadron is dedicated to boating safety through education and civic activities in several locations in Philadelphia while also serving the boating public throughout southern Pennsylvania, the Delaware River, and the Chesapeake Bay. ↗

— Robert Brady

#also #bay #chesapeake #civic #dedicated

The test of man then is not, 'How have I believed?' but 'How have I loved?'. The final test of religion is not religiousness, but love: not what I have done, not what I have believed, not what I have achieved, but how I have discharged the common charities of life. Sins of commission in that awful indictment are not even referred to. By what we have not done, by sins of omission, we are judged. It could not be otherwise. For the withholding of love is the negation of the Spirit of Christ, the proof that we never knew Him, that for us He lived in vain. Pastor Henry Drummond, 1890 ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#life

I hired a chauffeur and I became a motivational speaker, because I don’t drive—I’m driven.
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— Jarod Kintz

#driven #driver #motivate #motivation #motivational-speaker

He watched the early light of the new moon glint fretfully on the river, now silver slivers, now darkness, as the night breeze stirred the choked growth on the banks and lifted the tree branches. The watersteps were a deserted invitation, and he envied Hori who must surely even now be reclining on the bottom of his skiff, Antef beside him, their fishing lines tied to the boat whilst they watched the stars and gossiped. His fountain tinkled like music in the darkness, and the monkeys sighed and snuffled in their favourite warm spot under the stone basin, which still held the warmth of the day’s heat. ↗

— Pauline Gedge

#music

The river is one of my favorite metaphors, the symbol of the great flow of Life Itself. The river begins at Source, and returns to Source, unerringly. This happens every single time, without exception. We are no different. ↗

— Jeffrey R. Anderson

#flow #nature #river #source #the-flow-of-life