Quotes About Water

He remembered a joke he had heard in a Cairo café. A prophet in the middle of a desert tells a traveller who is dying of thirst that all he needs is water. There is no water, replies the traveller. Yes, the prophet agrees, but if there was you would not be thirsty and you would not die. So I will die, says the traveller. Not if you drink water, replies the prophet.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him sing opera.

Again, it is common knowledge that the movement against the fluoridation of municipal water supplies has been catnip for cranks of all kinds, especially for those who have obsessive fear of poisoning.

Vanduo, kuris negali judÄ—ti, ima pelkÄ—ti.

My love of books is a love of what they contain; they hold knowledge as a pitcher holds water, as a dress contains the mystery of a woman's exquisite body. Their physicality matters—do not speak to me of storing books as bytes!

A pier is a disappointed bridge; yet stare at it for long enough and you can dream it to the other side of the Channel.

The heap of dirty dishes was normal for Arthur, who had applied for a reduction in his water rate on the grounds that he washed up only every fortnight, and then used the leftover liquid for watering his roses.

And I thought of a cresting wave of water, lit by a moon, rushing past and vanishing upstream, pursued by a band of yelping students whose torchbeams criss-crossed in the dark. There is accumulation. There is responsibility. And beyond these, there is unrest. There is great unrest.

But he found the routine of admin, diary-keeping, mail, billings—even the banalities of maintaining the coffee machine and water cooler—gave him quiet satisfaction. In part, no doubt, because he often arrived from Henry Road in a state unfit for much more than low-level administration.

How had she ever thought his blue eyes placid as a lake? But there was untold power in any water: to buoy, to drown, to toss, to carry one to the safety of shore.

The man finally pulled himself from the water onto the pier again. Dazzled, she watched water run in clean rivulets down the muscles of his back and buttocks. He shook himself like a great cheerful animal, diamond droplets flying from him, exhaled a satisfied-sounding, Ahhhh! and then strode off the pier and vanished from her sight.

The night of his arrest, he asked me to go get him a glass of water. We'd just gone to bed and I was so tired. I was exhausted. So I told him to go get it himself. 'Next time I will,' he said, and then he rolled over and went right to sleep. Later, as they were taking him away, all I could think was, 'Now he'll always be thirsty.' Even now, in my dreams, he's still searching for water.

Music was coming from a balcony at Frenchmen and Chartres, someone playing a saxophone. And then a voice. "This is Radio Marigny reporting from Atlantis. The bitch Katrina blew through Monday and now we're sunk. Also fucked. But we're dry in the Marigny and the Quarter! Everywhere else is underwater. The water's still rising, folks—where it stops, nobody knows.

Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge. A dark-haired girl, two boys, slightly older. This image is caught forever in my memory, like some fragile creature preserved in amber.

She's sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.

The change in the sand corresponded to a change in himself. Perhaps, along with the water in the sand, he had found a new self.

Suddenly you began to sob. It was an unnerving sound, like air escaping from a faucet when the water stops.

Zadarnic curge nisipul, tot nu e ca apa. În ap? poÅ£i s? înoÅ£i, dar nisipul te înveleÅŸte ÅŸi te zdrobeÅŸte omorandu-te.

When the sun shines o'er the loch and sparkles on the water like diamond drops, ye know one thing: somewhere there's a MacLean who is smilin'.

Like a shark beneath deep water, unease flicked its tail.

Love, like water, always flowed down the path of least resistance.

I'm useless in water. I wake up at night drowning in my own saliva.

The savor of the water mint rejoiceth the heart of men.

A marine protozoan is an aqueous salty system in an aqueous salty medium, but a man is an aqueous salty system in a medium in which there is but little water and most of that poor in salts.