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“As Gabe continued to speak, he sounded to be a cheerful and intelligent person, two attributes I have commonly found associated with people who spend most of their time outdoors. -from New River, in the anthology AWAKE IN THE WORLD”

“Let me leave you with this thought, written by my father before he died. If you incorporate it into your system of values, it will serve as a worthy guide to the management of your sexual energy: Strong desire is like a river. As long as it flows within the banks of God’s will—be the current strong or weak—all is well. But when it overruns those boundaries and seeks its own channels, then disaster lurks in the rampage below.”

“There comes your desperate plea to live again, for you know, time is passing like a river, and nothing ever will stay the same. There comes your deep desire to dream again, to love again, for one more time, but God only gives you one chance to live it right. And when things are burning deep inside, you take out the blank paper where drops the silent ink. There it is ..the flames of your heart, in the shape of a love letter, or an etched flower of your deep. What is profound never really dies. It only changes the form.. from one to another. There comes the power of transformation...”

“Foolish man, what do you bemoan, and what do you fear? Wherever you look there is an end of evils. You see that yawning precipice? It leads to liberty. You see that flood, that river, that well? Liberty houses within them. You see that stunted, parched, and sorry tree? From each branch liberty hangs. Your neck, your throat, your heart are all so many ways of escape from slavery [...] Do you enquire the road to freedom? You shall find it in every vein of your body.”

“I adore the sea, yet I'm terrified of its raging waters. Love and dread go hand in hand for me. One enhances the other. I'm terrified to love; I'm afraid to drown in its endless waves. I'm frightened of ending up on desolate shores," she confessed. "Let the sea listen to all your woes and sorrows, and let it speak to your soul. Spill out all your fears and embrace its tides." He replied.”

“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.”

“The rush of the river was a voice, a presence. Water flowed indifferent to the heave and plunge of the sun, the shrouded moon and the slow spin of the stars. The sound reached them in a song without words, and all effort to grasp its meaning was hopeless, for, like the water itself, one could not grasp hold of sound. The flow was ceaseless and immeasurable and just as stillness did not in fact exist, so neither did true, absolute silence.”

“Make peace with all the times you once traveled...Make peace with all the moments you have been through...Lay flowers at their memories...for they offer you the incense and honey of a soul so filled...Let them be..the singers of an old song....for they build the bones of the temple of your body...and in your soul..they bring the rivers of wisdom taking you toward the sea....”

“THE FOUR HEAVENLY FOUNTAINS Laugh, I tell you And you will turn back The hands of time. Smile, I tell you And you will reflect The face of the divine. Sing, I tell you And all the angels will sing with you! Cry, I tell you And the reflections found in your pool of tears - Will remind you of the lessons of today and yesterday To guide you through the fears of tomorrow.”

“What happens when you face a loss that leaves you unmoving? What happens when you cannot gather yourself up to cry it out? When everything seems inky black and you know not how to sail through life, then how will you keep moving? Will you let your sadness melt so you can flow again? Will you be the river that you go to for solace? O Heart, do not long for the river. Be the river in flow.”