Quotes of: Mississippi-river Keyword

Hope drowned in shadows emerges fiercely splendid–– boldly angelic.

The River of Winged Dreams

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

The River of Winged Dreams

In an age of bombs guzzling blood, skylarks merge peace with thought and action.

The River of Winged Dreams

Stars ink your fingers with a lexicon of flame blazing rare knowledge.

The River of Winged Dreams

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

John Dryden

Colonel Saito: Do not speak to me of rules. This is war! This is not a game of cricket!

The Bridge on the River Kwai

[first lines] Lewis: You w- you wanna... you wanna talk about the vanishing wilderness? Bobby: Lewis, listen - what are you so anxious about this? Lewis: Because they're buildin' a dam across the Cahulawassee River; they're gonna flood a whole valley...

Deliverance

No matter how long a log floats on the river, it will never be a crocodile.

Bambara

No matter how full the river, it still wants to swell more.

Congolese

Don't call the alligator "big-mouth" till you have crossed the river.

Creole

Cross the river among a crowd and the crocodile won't eat you.

Malagasy

The river may dry up but she keeps her name.

Nigerian

You can often find in rivers what you cannot find in oceans.

Traditional

Though Anne was born in Alabama and schooled in Mississippi, she had traveled North, and, like many Southerners, gained a theoretical understanding of the concept of cold. But the mind is an overprotective parent. What it doesn't care for, it hides. ...

Monday Mourning

[Ward stops Anderson from taking vigilante action against Pell] Ward: We'll go after all of them. Together. Anderson: You wouldn't know how! Ward: You're going to *teach me* how. Anderson: You don't have the GUTS! Ward: Not only do I HAVE the guts I ...

Mississippi Burning

Fortunate are those who take the first steps.

By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

pencils racing across paper, a sound I like." Marisol

Some Rivers End on the Day of the Dead

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

The River of Winged Dreams

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

The River of Winged Dreams

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

The River of Winged Dreams

Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

The River of Winged Dreams