Nile Quotes

“أيهَا النِّيلُ كيفَ نُمسِي عِطاشاً في بلادٍ روِّيتَ فيهَا الأنامَا”
― حافظ إبراهيم

“Give a smile always, not once a while. Life's great when you wake up and ignore the scaring nightmares you had. Forget the bitter bile; life's sweet beyond River Nile. File your teeth out and smile!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Dream big!: See your bigger picture!

“وتظمأُ حتى السعار وحولَكَ دجلةُ والنيلْ
حولكَ دجلةُ والنيلْ”
― عبد الكريم السبعاوي, متى ترك القطا

“Khaemwaset’s eyes remained on the riverbank as the green confusion of spring glided by. Beyond the fecund, brilliant life of the bank with its choked river growth, its darting, piping birds, its busy insects and occasionally its sleepy grinning crocodiles, was a wealth of rich black soil in which the fellahin were struggling, knee-deep, to strew the fresh seed.”
― Pauline Gedge, Scroll of Saqqara

“Life's always sweeter behind River Nile! Cross it; forget the days of the bitter Bile! Leave the torture behind and give a Smile! Keep smiling; Don't just do it just for a While!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“The hour passed in jewels and alleys and winds from the Egyptian desert. The sun was golden and the Nile was muddy where it lapped down to the deltas, and there was someone very young and very quick at the top of the pyramid, laughing, calling to him to
come on up the shadowy side into the sun, and he was climbing, she putting her hand down to help him up the last step, and then they were laughing on camel back, loping
toward the great stretched bulk of the Sphinx, and late at night, in the native quarter, there was the tinkle of small hammers on bronze and silver, and music from some stringed instruments fading away and away and away . . .”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“Egypt is the Nile, the Nile Egypt.”
― Toby Wilkinson, The Nile: A Journey Downriver Through Egypt's Past and Present

“If there were not thousands who still conceive that the sun and moon were created and are kept going for no other purpose than to lighten the darkness of our little planet; if only the other day a grave gentleman had not written a perfectly serious essay to show that the world is a flat plain, one would scarcely believe that there could still be people who doubt that ancient Egyptian is now read and translated as fluently as ancient Greek. Yet an Englishman whom I met in Egypt — an Englishman who had long been resident in Cairo, and who was well acquainted with the great Egyptologists who are attached to the service of the khedive — assured me of his profound disbelief in the discovery of Champollion. "In my opinion," said he, "not one of these gentlemen can read a line of hieroglyphics.”
― Amelia B. Edwards, A Thousand Miles Up the Nile