“The words of the scholar are to be understood. The words of the master are not to be understood. They are to be listened to as one listens to the wind in the trees and the sound of the river and the song of the bird. They will awaken something within the heart that is beyond all knowledge.” HeartSongSoundTreeWindMastersBirdUnderstoodRiversScholarWind In The Trees Book:The Song of the Bird Source: The Song of the Bird
“The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.” HeartLittlesSoundWaterMy HeartHundredRiversStonesTownsWesternForgottenLovelyHillsMeadowsAll AloneHushBrakeLittle TownsMinglingSound Of Water Book:Hilaire Belloc: An Anthology of His Prose and Verse Source: Hilaire Belloc: An Anthology of His Prose and Verse
“Weekdays, New York City's financial district bustles with activity. Its streets are rivers of rushing humanity, its air is thick with the sounds of traffic.” HumanitySoundCitiesAirStreetsNew YorkActivityRiversFinancialNew York CityThickTrafficRushingBustleWeekdays Author:Jennifer Dunning
“I remember the good evenings I have fished, even the ones that realised material hopes not by the fish that came to the fly, but by the colour and movement of the water and sky, by the sounds and scents and gentle stirrings that were all about me.” RememberSoundWaterSeaSkyMovementMaterialsRiversFishesBoatEveningGentleColourLakesFishingScentRealisedStirringGood Evening Author:Roderick Haig-Brown
“Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.” ThinkingSoulBigsLightCoursesSoundWaterMemoriesExistenceHalfFourSeaSummerRiversWesternFishesBoatRhythmMy SoulEveningLakesFishingLengthFadesFishermanMontanaArcticCanyonsFly FishingSummer DaysRivers And Water Book:A River Runs Through It Source: A River Runs Through It
“Cut off my head, and singular I am, Cut off my tail, and plural I appear; Although my middle's left, there's nothing there! What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; What is my tail cut off? A rushing river; And in their mingling depths I fearless play, Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.” PlayLeftParentSoundForeverCuttingSeaMiddleRiversDepthFishesBoatFearlessLakesFishingTailsSweetestRushingMuteMingling Author:Thomas B. Macaulay
“A river is water is its loveliest form; rivers have life and sound and movement and infinity of variation, rivers are veins of the earth through which the lifeblood returns to the heart” HeartEarthFormSoundWaterSeaMovementReturnRiversFishesBoatLakesFishingInfinityVeinsVariation Author:Roderick Haig-Brown
“Finally from the crease of the ravine I am following, there begins to come the trickling and splashing of water. There is a great restfulness in the sounds these small streams make; they are going down as fast as they can, but their sound seem leisurely and idle, as if produced like gemstones with the greatest patience and care.” IfsSeemsCareSoundWaterSeaRiversFishesFollowingBoatStreamsLakesFishingIdleSplashing Author:Wendell Berry
“Water. Its sunny track in the plain; its splashing in the garden canal, the sound it makes when in its course it meets the mane ofthe grass; the diluted reflection of the sky together with the fleeting sight of the reeds; the Negresses fill their dripping gourds and their red clay containers; the song of the washerwomen; the gorged fields the tall crops ripening.” TogetherSongCoursesSoundWaterNatureSkyFieldsReflectionRedGardenRiversSightTrackGrassTallFleetingClayCropsSunnyReedsCanalsDrippingContainersRipeningSplashingGourds Author:Jacques Roumain
“Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees, From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me. Before the five senses were opened, and earlier than any beginning They waited, ready, for all those who would call themselves mortals, So that they might praise, as I do, life, that is, happiness.” MightJoySoundVoiceSunFiveReadyRiversPraiseSensesMortalsEchoesHammersGlowingAfarLingeringZealousFive SensesBumblebees Author:Czeslaw Milosz
“While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn't sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn't such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.” MadeIdeasNightCertainSoundPerfectHappenedMoonWasteRiversDatingConclusionWasting TimeBad IdeasFrivolousFathomMistletoe Author:E. A. Bucchianeri
“The river, for example, is the living symbol of all the life it sustains or nourishes - fish, aquatic insects, water ouzels, otter, fisher, deer, elk, bear, and all other animals, including man, who are dependent on it or who enjoy it for its sight, its sound, or its life. The river as plaintiff speaks for the ecological unit of life that is part of it.” MenSpeakEnjoySoundWaterAnimalExampleBearsRiversSightEnvironmentalIncludingFishesSymbolsDependentUnitsInsectsEcologicalDeerOttersElk Author:William O. Douglas