“A River Runs Through It” quotes(1992)
Plot – The movie tells the story of two brothers, their father - a minister - and the river that somehow shaped their lives. Set in Montana, USA, between 1910 and 1935, fly fishing becomes both a metaphor and a meeting place, since it combines science, sports, religion, art and, at times, a common search for grace.
All actors – Craig Sheffer, Brad Pitt, Tom Skerritt, Brenda Blethyn, Emily Lloyd, Edie McClurg, Stephen Shellen, Vann Gravage, Nicole Burdette, Susan Traylor, Michael Cudlitz, Rob Cox, Buck Simmonds, Fred Oakland, David Creamer, Madonna Reubens, John Reubens, Arnold Richardson, MacIntyre Dixon, William Hootkins, Al Richardson, Jess Schwidde, Chuck Adamson, Rex Kendall, Jack Kroll, Martina Kreidl, Noah Scot Snyder, Margot Kiser, Philip A. Braun, Tracy Mayfield, Anne Merren, Chuck Tweed, Prudence Johnson, D. Gorton, Lincoln Quesenberry, Hawk Forssell, Jim Dunkin, Jacob Snyder, Kathy Scharler, Don Jeffery, Byron Dingman, Cecily Johnson, Caleb Shiff, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, , Daren Eastwold, Lance R. Jones, Robert Redfordshow all
“A River Runs Through It” Quotes 11 quotes
“In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.”
“I knew just as surely, just as clearly, that life is not a work of art, and that the moment could not last.”
My father asked me a series of questions that suddenly make me wonder if I understood even my father, whom I felt closer to than any man I have ever known. "You like to tell true stories?". He asked and I answered: "yes, I like to tell stories that are true". Then he asked: "after you have finished your true stories sometime, why don't you make... (continue)(continue reading)
“- Norman Maclean: I'm in deep trouble.
- Paul Maclean: Yep. Want me to come over and protect you?”
As time passed, my father struggled for more to hold on to, asking me again and again: had I told him everything. And finally I said to him: "maybe all I know about Paul is that he was a fine fisherman". "You know more than that", my father said, "he was beautiful". And that was the last time we spoke of my brother's death.
“Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot river and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish...” (continue)(continue reading)
“Each one of us here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true, we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not...” (continue)(continue reading)
“Dear Jesse, as the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling...” (continue)(continue reading)
“That was the only time we fought. Perhaps we wondered after which one of us was tougher. But if boyhood questions aren't answered before a certain point, they can't be raised again. So we returned to being gracious to one another, as the church well suggested.”