Ken Blanchard Quotes

The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.

The river flows at its own sweet will, but the flood is bound in the two banks. If it were not thus bound, its freedom would be wasted.

You need boundaries... Even in our material creations, boundaries mark the most beautiful of places, between the ocean and the shore, between the mountains and the plains, where the canyon meets the river.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.

I understand what something short should be like. I understand beauty in that form. If I start extending, somehow I kind of lose my bearings.

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

Mutual content is like a river, which must have its banks on either side.

If you're going to write about the river, you've got to get in.

What do we call the river? Every moment the water is changing, the shore is changing, every moment the environment is changing, what is the river then? It is the name of this series of changes.

I thought how lovely and how strange a river is.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

The Colorado River did not form the Grand Canyon. The Grand Canyon was formed as the flood went down.

To define is to limit.

The only real river I knew was hardly more than a brook. It spilled through a tumbledown mill at the bottom of our road, opened into a little trouty pool, then ran on through water meadows over graveled shallows into Fakenham [England], where it slowed and deepened, gathering strength for the long drifts across muddy flatlands to Norwich and the North Sea.

A boundary is not that at which something stops, but that from which something begins.

If you were to be lost in the river, Jonas, your memories would not be lost with you. Memories are forever.

The basic truth of all things, as nearly as we may ever dream of determining and knowing this truth, is form, that which is, as it is. The way and shape of the thing no less than the thing itself.

The river itself has no beginning or end. In its beginning, it is not yet the river; in the end it is no longer the river. What we call the headwaters is only a selection from among the innumerable sources which flow together to compose it. At what point in its course does the Mississippi become what the Mississippi means?

What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?

There's nothing that defines who you are more than boundaries, whether you cross them or not, in every aspect of your life, and horror is a really great boundary.

Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.

Architecture is not so much a knowledge of form, but a form of knowledge.

Tao in the world is like a river flowing home to the sea.

Boredom reigns on all levels. The rain is a welcome change. I have seen the pond swell and the creek surge. I press my palm against the glass, imagining the drops on my skin, imagining where they started out, where they will go, feeling them like a river, rushing, combining, becoming something greater than how they started out.

One does not consider style, because style is.