Quotes About Water

Water is the mother of tea, a teapot its father, and fire the teacher.

Nothing but water -- an ever-moving swell; nothing but waves, swiftly forming and instantly dying; nothing but depths; dark, fathomless depths; and nothing but sky, scudding white clouds, puffy and intangible. This was the living world, nothing besides, nothing else but sea. No winter or summer, no hills or ravines.

97.5% of the world's water is salinated. Of the 2.5% that's fresh, over 99% is trapped in glaciers and snowfields. In total, only .025% of the water on the globe is actually drinkable by humans and animals.

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them.

I used to feel sorry for them, or sad. Not so much any more. Now I wonder what they did, and I know what they did, and all I can think is how all that water is barely enough to cover it up.

What gets wetter the more it dries?

Women need food, water, and compliments That's right. And an occasional pair of shoes.

The sound of One Lung filling with water drowned out by wave after wave of a million buzzing insects an invisible chorus that only knows how to sing the last letter of the alphabet.

The water around his legs was the only thing that seemed real.

about Minnesota he tells me all about it—how it became a state just over seventy years ago and is now the twelfth largest in the United States. How its name comes from a Dakota Indian word for "cloudy water." How it contains thousands of lakes, filled with fish of all kinds—walleye, for one thing, catfish, largemouth bass, rainbow trout, perch, and pike. The Mississippi River starts in Minnesota, did I know that?

Out of the four large windows facing the water she can see the sine curve of the coastline, the serrated firs in the distance, the glittery amethyst sea.

Mr. Kaminski pulled a chain hanging from the pressed-metal kitchen ceiling, and light seeped from a bulb, casting a wan glow over a scarred wooden table, a small stained sink with a faucet that ran cold water, a gas stove. In the hall, outside the apartment door, was a lavatory we shared with our neighbors—a

From here, to the south and west, one island leads to another, all the way to Frenchboro and Swans Island and Isle au Haut, as this landscape toys with the idea of islands until the sea says enough and there is only water

I have always read that the world, both land and water, was spherical, as the authority and researches of Ptolemy and all the others who have written on this subject demonstrate and prove, as do the eclipses of the moon and other experiments that are made from east to west, and the elevation of the North Star from north to south.

warmer than water temperature, and water play should be limited

Who would think that water could grind a rock to sand, or wear away a cliff, unless they'd seen it with their own eyes? Never say never, little sister. Who can tell what the future will bring?

That's what people do in Holland. They build dykes and ditches. They don't drown. They're brilliant engineers.' 'So I've heard,' says Faro thoughtfully. 'They're very obstinate, those people in Holland.

The water was so cold on her skin that it felt dry.

But for all practical purposes the formation of ice breaks the continuous symmetries of water non-deterministically. This non-deterministic symmetry breaking is called spontaneous symmetry breaking.

In another experiment Guericke connects a small glass sphere that's filled with air with a larger evacuated one. As he opens the valve between the two, air from the small sphere penetrates the large, empty volume; in the process, water droplets appear and sink to the bottom. This effect- the formation of droplets during rapid expansion has been used routinely in our century as a detection method for elementary particle tracks in an instrument called a cloud chamber.

We journey up the storied Nile; The timeless water seems to smile; The slow and swarthy boatman sings; The dahabeah spreads her wings; We catch the breeze and sail away, Along the dawning of the day, Along the East, wherein the morn Of life and truth was gladly born.

The world to-day is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot. In my world of beach and dunes these elemental presences lived and had their being, and under their arch there moved an incomparable pageant of nature and the year.

A gold and scarlet leaf floating solitary on the clear, black water of the morning rain barrel can catch the emotion of a whole season, and chimney smoke blowing across the winter moon can be a symbol of all that is mysterious in human life.

The world today is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot.