Many a time have I merely closed my eyes at the end of yet another troublesome day and soaked my bruised psyche in wild water—rivers remembered and rivers imagined. Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadows, rivers that have eroded down deep into a mountain’s belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet’s history exposing the texture of time itself. —HARRY MIDDLETON
To the lost man, to the pioneer penetrating a new country, to the naturalist who wishes to see the wild land at its wildest, the advice is always the same—follow a river. The river is the original forest highway. It is nature’s own Wilderness Road. —EDWIN WAY TEALE
Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong. —LAO TZU
When you put your hand in a flowing stream, you touch the last that has gone before and the first of what is still to come. —LEONARDO DA VINCI
Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist it. —LAO TZU
I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.”― John O’Donohue
My love for you is this river by Jamey Einrem
My love for you is like a river
You can not tell how deep it is just by looking
You have to jump in and dive down deep
Even then you will never know
My love for you is like a river
You can not tell how strong it is just by looking
You have to ride the rapids and fall with the water falls
Even then you will never know
My love for you is like a river
You can not tell how far it flows just by looking
You have to travel with it to its end
Even then you will never know
Because this river has no end
It empties into an eternal sea
that goes on till the end of time
