R Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with R. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Rivers are the primal highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne men's dreams, and in their lovely rush to elsewhere, fed our wanderlust, mimicked our arteries, and charmed our imaginations in a way the static pond or vast and savage ocean never could.”
Source: Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates
“Rivers are the veins that carry life-giving water across the landscape.”
“Rivers carve their paths with the gentle persistence of time.”
“Rivers do not drink their own water; trees do not eat their own fruit; the sun does not shine on itself, and flowers do not spread their fragrance for themselves. Living for others is a rule of nature. We are all born to help each other. No matter how difficult it is …. life is good when you are happy, but much better when others are happy because of you.”
“Rivers don’t drink their own waters; trees don’t eat their own fruits. The salt seasons the soup in order to have its purpose fulfilled. Live for others!”
Source: Leaders' Watchwords
“Rivers don’t sleep,
dark forests rise,
sodden roots shatter
the concrete prison.”
Source: Stranger to the Beautiful
“rivers fall from my mouth
tears my eyes can’t carry”
Source: Milk and honey
“Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide.”
“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
“Rivers neede a spring.”
Source: The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose
“Rivers of living water are to be poured out over the whole world, to ensure that people, like fishes caught in a net, can be restored to wholeness.”
“Rivers of tear drops, these sharp pains in my heart, if this was the way that you love, you never should have loved me”
“Rivers perhaps are the only physical features of the world that are at their best from the air.”
Source: NORTH TO THE ORIENT
“Rivers run through our history and folklore, and link us as a people. They nourish and refresh us and provide a home for dazzling varieties of fish and wildlife and trees and plants of every sort. We are a nation rich in rivers.”
“Rivers run through our history and folklore, and link us as a people.... We are a nation rich in rivers.”
“Rivers, ponds, lakes and streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.”
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“Riveted, Maddy stared at the sphere. Blood pounded in her ears; her heart started a dull, painful thud; a cry leapt from her mouth. Then, like a blossoming flower of light, the sphere seemed to open, and something passed from it directly into Maddy’s forehead. She felt it like gentle fire, like angel wings, like the breath of a soul coming home.
Oh! she thought, beginning to cry. Oh my goodness! It was her goodness, her own good soul – the part of her that had left her during the rape because it wasn’t able to bear what was happening. Now, finally, it had returned. Sitting down, Maddy hugged and rocked herself, welcoming the lost part of herself home.”
Source: The Pain Eater
“Riveting discoveries unfurl when one thinks the unimaginable, instead of imagining the unthinkable…for thought precedes imagination and sculptures acceptance for new ideas.”
“Riyasat-E-Rana – where every flavor tells a royal story”
“Riza: Without his Alchemy he's just... Jean: A little brat who swears a lot Maes: An arrogant pipsqueak Roy: Useless. Just useless Alphonse: Sorry big brother, I don't know how to add to that... Ed *starts to cry*: YOU'RE ALL PICKING ON ME!!!”
“Rizal" is a compulsory course in school, but few teachers make Rizal's novels interesting. If students are taught to enjoy Rizal's works as literature instead of as a lodemine of 'patriotic' allusions I am sure they would not mind reading and rereading the 'Noli me Tangere'.”
Source: Rizal Without the Overcoat
“Rizal learned the right ideas at the wrong time, and for this he was shot.”
“RJ gets to work in the kitchen on the dinner he is preparing, allowing me to sous chef. He seasons duck breasts with salt, pepper, coriander, and orange zest. Puts a pot of wild rice on to cook, asks me to top and tail some green beans. We open a bottle of Riesling, sipping while we cook, and I light a fire. The place gets cozy, full of delicious smells and the crackling fire. We ignore the dining table in favor of sitting on the floor in front of the fire, and tuck in.
"This is amazing," I tell him, blown away by the duck, perfectly medium-rare and succulent, with crispy, fully rendered skin. "Really, honey, it couldn't be better."
"Thank you, baby. That's a major compliment. And I have to say, I love cooking with you."
"I love cooking with you." And I did. I never once felt like I wanted to jump in or make a change, or suggest a different choice. I followed him as I would have followed any chef, and the results of trusting him are completely delicious, literally and figuratively.”
Source: Off the Menu
“RJ is standing there, and in his arms is a wriggling French bulldog puppy of the most inexplicable color, almost pale honeyed yellow tinged with a sort of peachy pink.
"Oh my goodness! Who are you?"
RJ hands me the pup, who immediately starts licking all over my face and biting my ponytail. Dumpling tries to stand on his one leg to see what is going on, and falls over at my feet. RJ scoops him up and puts him face-to-face with the puppy.
"Dumpling, there is someone we want you to meet. We thought you might want a little sister."
Dumpling looks at the puppy, who leans forward and licks his face. Dumpling licks back. The puppy sniffs his ear and then with one move, snatches the eye patch right off his head and starts to chew it. Dumpling looks at me with his one good eye, head cocked as if to say, "We're going to have our hands full with this one," and then turns and licks RJ under his chin.
"I can't believe you did this! You are so sneaky."
"Well, we did talk about wanting to do it, and a guy at work breeds them for showing, but this one is off the allowable color charts."
"She does have a certain, um... Well, she's kind of, um..."
"Pink? Yeah. Some weird anomaly, and apparently, not good for the show circuit."
"But good for us."
"That's what I thought."
"What should we call her?"
RJ smiles. "I was thinking Pamplemousse."
"Of course. What else could she be?”
Source: Off the Menu
“RJD was pretty much heavy metal personified, a tiny 5-foot-4-inch sorcerer with a mangy mane, demonic eyes and sly grin, all coupled to a simply huge, operatic voice, a diminutive powerhouse who prowled the stage like a feline elf and who was, it turns out, also finely intelligent and well spoken, an actual gentleman in a genre known all too well for its bombastic, monosyllabic doltbuckets. A rare thing indeed.”
“Rjuchin era chiaramente consapevole che nella sua vita non c'era più niente da modificare, c'erano solo cose da dimenticare. Il poeta aveva sprecato la sua notte mentre gli altri bagordavano e ora capiva che non poteva recuperarla. Era sufficiente avere gli occhi al cielo per avere la certezza che la notte se n'era andata definitivamente. I camerieri strappavano frettolosi le tovaglie dai tavoli. I gatti, che apparivano intorno alla veranda, avevano un'aria mattutina. Il giorno travolgeva spietatamente il poeta.”
Source: Il Maestro e Margherita
“Ro trails his hands against the wall as he walks. The archivists look at him as he passes. Ro is good at irritating people; he'll find the one thing you don't want him to do, and do it every time. It's one of his many gifts.”
Source: Icons
“Roache's statement after his acquittal was dignified but his supporters were angry. They demanded to know why the case was ever brought, claiming that the actor was a victim of the "hysteria" created by revelations about Jimmy Savile. It's a curious conclusion to draw from a "not guilty" verdict; there are courtrooms where the conviction rate is 100 per cent but they tend to be in totalitarian states. In serious criminal cases in England and Wales, the rate is around 82 per cent, and I would be seriously worried if every defendant were to be found guilty.
The Independent, 9 February 2014”
“Roaches should never trust humans. We’re all doomed.”
“Road cycling, especially up mountains. It's the heady mixture of endorphins and aesthetics that I love. My wife does it too, and being with her in extreme but beautiful conditions adds to the experience and our relationship.”
“Road is road.”
“Road racing at the moment because it's still so new to me. I like the fact that they are longer and teamwork is important. I guess the same is true for track, it's just that I have used track this year as a training device to improve my sprinting in road racing.”
“Road racing imitates life, the way it would be without the corruptive influence of civilization. When you see an enemy lying on the ground, what’s your first reaction? To help him to his feet. In road racing, you kick him to death”
Source: The Rider
“Road racing is rock 'n roll; track is Carnegie Hall.”
“Road-rage is really another expression of inner rage. However, because driving is such a trigger for millions of people, we have labelled it “road-rage”, directing the emotional dysfunction to an external circumstance rather than coming to terms with the internal condition.”
Source: Manifest Your Bliss: A Spiritual Guide to Inner Peace
“Road rage is the expression of the amateur sociopath in all of us, cured by running into a professional.”
“Road to hell paved in unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.”
“Road Trip…
just give me
your young, wild heart,
and i’ll give you
my young, wild heart,
and we’ll light up every city and
burn through every town
with how it feels”
“Road's in front o' me, Nothin' to do but walk.”
Source: The Collected Works of Langston Hughes: Works for children and young adults: poetry, fiction, and other writing
“Road, n. A strip of land along which one may pass from where it is too tiresome to be to where it is futile to go.”
Source: The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary
“Roadkill Rocker by Stewart Stafford
I ordered madness on toast.
My reflection pooled on the floor,
splashed around in it for ages,
until room service imploded the door.
“Time to pay the piper, son,” it growled —
“It’s my record label’s tab, you’ll find out!”
They clay-pigeoned my sandwich at me,
my last morsel before getting kicked out.
Housekeeping surveyed the wreckage,
this one-man party animal slunk to his feet:
“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“Yeah — I’m roadkill from down the street!”
© 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
“Roadrunner, roadrunner, going faster miles an hour. Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop, with the radio on. I'm in love with Massachusetts and the neon when it's cold outside. And the highway when it's late at night. Got the radio on, I'm like the roadrunner.”
“Roads are a record of those who have gone before.”
Source: Wanderlust: A History of Walking
“Roads are long; make them short with a good company!”
“Roads are no place for naive chickens dreaming of nirvana.”
Source: Hope: A Tragedy: A Novel
“Roads are the blood vessels of the economy.”
“Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wile.”
“Roads get wider and busier and less friendly to pedestrians. And all of the development based around cars, like big sprawling shopping malls. Everything seems to be designed for the benefit of the automobile and not the benefit of the human being.”
“Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through merry flowers of June,
Over grass and under stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.”
Source: The Hobbit, or There and Back Again