Quotes About Water

El color del agua parece ser del color del vaso dentro del cual ha sido vertido'.

Un pájaro que no ha oído hablar del agua fresca hunde su pico en agua salada año tras año.

El imitador es como un canal. Él mismo no bebe, pero puede llevar el agua hasta los sedientos.

El color del agua parece ser del color del vaso dentro del cual ha sido vertida'.

El pájaro que no tiene conocimiento del agua pura tiene su pico dentro de agua salada todo el año.

CUSTOMER: I cleaned my computer and now it's broken! REPAIR TECHNICIAN: What did you clean it with? CUSTOMER: Water and soap. REPAIR TECHNICIAN: You're not supposed to bring water near a computer! CUSTOMER: I don't think it was the water that broke it. … I think it was the spin cycle!

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

Goodness is more to the people than water and fire. I have seen men lose their lives when "treading upon" water and fire; but I have never seen anyone lose his life through "treading upon" Goodness.

He threw the rock into the river and the little waves on the surface shall spread far away.

Water does nothing yet it penetrates everything. Inaction finds the road.

Love is not soft as water is; it is solid as a rock on which the waves of hatred beat in vain.

Water becomes filthy with desire as it gains speed into a flood. It cannot move in a straight line.... There is too much craving and energy when water moves. It wants out.

The desire of water is scribed across the desert like graffiti, until all that is left of the desert is water.... In the scream of a flood, consummate carvings are left behind. Careful scallops are taken from the faces of canyons. This is not random work. It is artistry distilled from madness.

Water in flood means exactly what it says. It has no hypocrisy. Even as it murders, it leaves life behind and carves elegant, intricate passages into raw stone, all the while having no debate about its intention. It is the same water that will sit complacently in a hole for months or years, the same arrangement of atoms that flows gently, singing lullabies, the same that fiercely consumes children and tears the walls from titanic canyons.

When you place your hand in moving water, you will feel the curves of power looping your bones, addressing your skin with logarithmic sways. Magnify that ten or twenty thousand times and you will be killed by the force. Then your body will know.... But pay attention in that moment and you will feel the intelligence of water upon you. It will tell stories of itself against your body in boils and surges and vacancies.

Like any stage of the hydrologic process, we have our own peculiarities, our organs making us nothing more than water pools or springs of bizarre shape, filled with pulsing tubes and chambers.

I've often thought that a planet without water would be a dull, sad place. Most, if not all, water on this planet came from countless small comets thumping against the atmosphere (which continues at about ten thousand comets or pieces of comets per day, enough to add a twenty-five-foot depth of water across the entire globe every half a million years). That it comes from space suggests why it is so peculiar and fascinating here on earth. It is a substance from far beyond our reach.

The sound of slapping water, the deep swallows made only by large masses of liquid, was almost too much to bear. I stood at the edge of the waterpocket, where much of the desert dropped off below, showing pockets of even greater size, and lifted my arms straight into the sky. Beads came down my body. This was abundance.

Scientists say there is a noise that snowflakes make when they land on water, like the wail of a coyote; the sound reaches a climax and then fades away, all in about one ten-thousandth of a second.

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The Sufi saint Rabi'a Al-Adawiyya was seen carrying a firebrand and a jug of water - the firebrand to burn Paradise, the jug of water to drown Hell... So that both veils disappear, and God's followers worship, not out of hope for reward, nor fear of punishment, but out of love.

What's exceptional about our blue marble is not that we had water. It's that we held on to it, and that we still do. While the ancient oceans of Venus and Mars vaporized into space, Earth kept its life-giving water. Luckily for us, the forecast called for rain.

Today, at any moment, more water rushes through the atmosphere than flows through all the world's rivers combined.

The water vapor accumulated in the upper atmosphere for so long that when the surface finally cooled enough for the rains to touch down, they poured in catastrophic torrents for thousands of years.