#thames

I've just swum the length of the Thames. I feel quite tired. ↗

— David Walliams

#i #i feel #just #length #quite

Because of the Thames I have always loved inland waterways - water in general, water sounds - there's music in water. Brooks babbling, fountains splashing. Weirs, waterfalls; tumbling, gushing. ↗

— Julie Andrews

#babbling #because #brooks #fountains #general

I long ago suggested the hypothesis, that in the basin of the Thames there are indications of a meeting in the Pleistocene period of a northern and southern fauna. ↗

— Charles Lyell

#basin #hypothesis #i #indications #long

Someday when peace has returned to this odd world I want to come to London again and stand on a certain balcony on a moonlit night and look down upon the peaceful silver curve of the Thames with its dark bridges. ↗

— Ernie Pyle

#balcony #bridges #certain #come #curve

The Thames is liquid history. ↗

— John Burns

#liquid #thames

But if people want to swim in the Thames, if they want to take their lives into their own hands, then they should be able to do so with all the freedom and exhilaration of our woad-painted ancestors. ↗

— Boris Johnson

#ancestors #exhilaration #freedom #hands #into

If my critics saw me walking over the Thames they would say it was because I couldn't swim. ↗

— Margaret Thatcher

#critics #i #me #over #saw

The silver Thames takes some part of this county in its journey to Oxford. ↗

— John Aubrey

#journey #oxford #part #silver #some

Below us the Thames grew lighter, and all around below were the shadows - the dark shadows of buildings and bridges that formed the base of this dreadful masterpiece. ↗

— Ernie Pyle

#base #below #bridges #buildings #dark

There is no river in the world to be compared for majesty and the witchery of association, to the Thames; it impresses even the unreading and unimaginative watcher with a solemnity which he cannot account for, as it rolls under his feet and swirls past the buttresses of its many bridges; he may think, as he experiences the unusual effect, that it is the multiplicity of buildings which line its banks, or the crowd of sea-craft which floats upon its surface, or its own extensive spread. In reality he feels, although he cannot explain it, the countless memories which hang for ever like a spiritual fog over its rushing current. ("The Phantom Model") ↗

— Hume Nisbet

#thames #experience