#river

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

They've never known a time when people drank rain water because it was pure, or could eat snow, or swim in any river or brook. The last time I drove to Washington the traffic was so bad that I could have made better time with a horse. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#brook #change #earth #environment #history

Yesterday is gone and you can't change it. There are no guarantees for tomorrow, so save it. The best stuff is now, so live today and don't dare waste it. ↗

— Michael Neale

#michael-neale #the-river #change

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

The Missouri is, perhaps, different in appearance and character from all other rivers in the world; there is a terror in its manner which is sensibly felt, the moment we enter its muddy waters from the Mississippi. ↗

— George Catlin

#character #different #enter #felt #manner

He'd followed Dasha once before and remembered which door was hers. He knocked, peered inside, then jumped in and shut the door, quiet as brushing two feathers together. He smiled at his own stealth, then swaggered right into a chair, banging it against the wall. You oaf. He cut short his swagger and begin to move with exaggerated sneakiness. There was a certain pleasure in that, too. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#river-secrets #shannon-hale #humor

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time. ↗

— Leonardo da Vinci

#first #last #passed #present #present time

Well, they had a lot of the things they found in his possession. They had the map, you know, that marked the route of the parade. They had statements from the bus driver and the taxicab driver that hauled him somewhere. ↗

— Henry Wade

#bus driver #cab driver #driver #found #had