Quotes About Water

Romulan, leaning his arms on the rail, stared down into the stagnant water far below, seeing his own miniaturized countenance, hypnotized by it.

At midday, beaten almost flat by the hammer of the sun, the desert lay in the perfect imitation of one near death. A deception. Life lurked and thrived in its own way just beneath the skin of the desert. Husks, buried shards, last treasures, veins of water, and magic. While at dusk, the dying thing would rise and shake itself, and stretch to receive the cold balm of the stars.

I entered the water as naked as when my mother bore me. When I first touched the cold water I felt a shudder go through me, then the shudder was transformed into a sensation of wakefulness.

Bahia Mar marina, Fort Lauderdale.

out of the aircraft before it sinks like a bloody stone?

A pier is a disappointed bridge.

States of the atmosphere pass into us as water through the meshes of a sieve, and storms occur in us before they break upon the world without, creating restless sensations. ("Absolute Evil")

The Jeep windshield was doing its damnedest to stay clear, but the amount of water flowing over it threatened to overwhelm the ionizer.

Evelyn continued to hold the wheel, recognizing the sensation of being in control of the rudder, while Martin explained how the direction of the wind was key, and how all the elements worked together to affect speed. "It's physics," she said, becoming fascinated by the complexity of the air and water flow working together, and comprehending how the shape of the hull and sails and the size of the keel all played an important part in the boat's movement.

It was difficult to imagine anyone besting him on the water, or anywhere else for that matter. He was powerful and unstoppable, and from her vantage point, he was the force to be reckoned with. Especially when it came to that infuriatingly stubborn spark of desire in her heart, which simply would not die, no matter how hard or how long she tried to snuff it out.

opened the vial of holy water and dumped it in with the wipes. I could practically see the ad campaign: Blessed be your baby's bottom Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Now with Aloe!

I am the road running through Paris," says the Seine. 'I have carried off many images since you were a child and reflected many clouds. I am changeable, but as people are: I have my moments of happiness in the June dawn and my sinister times some December evenings. Above all I am inquisitive - you call it being in flood. We have something in common, you everlasting passers-by and I, the fleeing water, which is that we never go back: your time is my space.

Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you...

Cuando llovía me entraba el agua hasta el alma

Mi único diálogo verdadero es con este jarrito verde." Estudiaba el comportamiento extraordinario del mate, la respiración de la yerba fragantemente levantada por el agua y que con la succión baja hasta posarse sobre sí misma, perdido todo brillo y todo perfume a menos que un chorrito de agua la estimule de nuevo, pulmón argentino de repuesto para solitarios y tristes.

y yo te siento temblar contra mí como una luna en el agua.

These Poems - 1936-2002 These poems they are things that I do in the dark reaching for you whoever you are and are you ready? These words they are stones in the water running away These skeletal lines they are desperate arms for my longing and love. I am a stranger learning to worship the strangers around me whoever you are whoever I may become.

If you have love, even plain cold water is sweet.

All night his mind seemed to skip over the surface of sleep like a stone upon water, never quite breaking the skin. As

Trust the tide, Gracie. Trust the tide.

With her hair and freckles she was dark gold like the bracken on the slope behind her; she fitted. He stared past her into the water of the lake, and saw it was very clear, and deep; sunlight coming through the trees sent spears into it, gold again, another world, shining above and losing itself below in darkness.

There are three conditions that have to be met in order for a malevolent will to remain in the world after death. An enclosed space, water, and a slow death. One, two, three. In other words, if someone dies slowly, in an enclosed space, with water present, then usually that person's angry spirit will haunt the place. Now, look at this well. It's a small, enclosed space. There's water.

The river and its waves are one surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves? When the wave rises, it is the water; and when it falls, it is the same water again. Tell me, Sir, where is the distinction? Because it has been named as wave, shall it no longer be considered as water? Within the Supreme Brahma, the worlds are being told like beads: Look upon that rosary with the eyes of wisdom.

The fish in the water is racked by thirst: I hear about it and burst out laughing. What you are looking for is right at home and yet you roam from forest to forest, full of gloom . . .