Quotes About Water

I usually go to the swimming pool if I want to swim.

Rain harvesting should be made mandatory and should be made more systematic to ensure that every drop of rain is preserved.

An Elegy A thousand times must we deplore The lost will never come to life again; Even as flowing water runs away, Returning nevermore. Lady Kanin

Children and geniuses know that there is no bridge, only the water that lets itself be crossed.

La poésie est de toutes les eaux claires celle qui s'attarde le moins aux reflets de ses ponts

Whatever, at least I'll be able to get a drink. Stella, you might want to join me when you're finished because Lord knows your struggle-boyfriend can't afford to buy you a glass of water." Then she sashayed off.

What does it feel like to be in harmony with the Universe? It is the same feeling as when you float on water. If you are tense, or if you resist the water, you will sink. If you surrender to the water, the water will support you and you will float. That is the feeling, and that is how you harmonize yourself with the Universe. Let the tension go and float!

Perhaps the sound had always been there—like the high-pitched twinkling when you sink your head in calm water, or the stirring in the gel of your eye when you fix on the sun.

The waters were his winding sheet, the sea was made for his tomb;Yet for his fame the ocean sea, was not sufficient room.

The conscious water saw its God, and blushed.

I've been in a car three or four times when it filled with water and it's not a comfortable feeling.

Our forecastle, as usual after a liberty-day, was a scene of tumult all night long, from the drunken ones. They had just got to sleep toward morning, when they were turned up with the rest, and kept at work all day in the water, carrying hides, their heads aching so that they could hardly stand. This is sailor's pleasure.

We had to scramble for seats in the day coach, lugging one straw valise between us and a gallon jug of lemonade. And a thermos bottle of the kind the Spanish-American War soldiers carried, with our own well water for brushing our teeth. We'd heard that St. Louis water comes straight out of the Mississippi River, and there's enough silt in it to settle at the bottom of the glass. We'd go to their fair, but we weren't going to drink their water.

Love for trees pours out of her—the grace of them, their supple experimentation, the constant variety and surprise. These slow, deliberate creatures with their elaborate vocabularies, each distinctive, shaping each other, breeding birds, sinking carbon, purifying water, filtering poisons from the ground, stabilizing the micro-climate. Join enough living things together, through the air and underground, and you wind up with something that has intentions.

For there is hope of a tree, if it goes down, that it will sprout again, and that its tender branches will not cease. Though the root grows old in the earth, and the stock dies in the ground, at the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs. But man, man wastes away and dies and gives up the ghost, and where is he?

The secret of life; plants eat light and air and water, and the stored energy goes on to make and do all things.

As for the trees themselves, water that flows into a giant redwood through its roots takes two weeks or longer to reach the top of the tree, moving slowly upward through the tree's sapwood.

Some minerals—iron ore, coal—remain fixed where they are found and can be counted as property. Others—water, oil, natural gas—move underground in unknown channels, sometimes to the detriment of other potential users.

Falling water is the oldest source of industrial power other than muscle.

Thus soaking, filtering, spreading, it saturates the permeable rock to form a subterranean lake: an aquifer. To create a water well, dig a hole far enough into the ground to penetrate below the surface of this aquifer; your hole will fill to the level of that surface—the water table—and refill as water is withdrawn.

Also her perfume, which mingled with the crisp air off the lake below, creating an intoxicating mixture of damp earth and leaves and water and girl. Not woman, in Sully's opinion. Girl.

Even the cat smiles When the hen swallows water With back-tilted head.

He was suffering," Miranda recalled, while Parker promptly rolled his eyes. "Not such a stretch, O Psychic One. The guy did have a bullet hole in him." Miranda disregarded the comment. "No…before that, I mean. Some kind of punishment. His throat was raw, and his lips were all cracked. He could taste his own blood. And he really needed water." "Bar fight and hangover. Mystery solved.

We'll be right on the bayou." Parker nodded, deadpan. "Alligators and water moccasins, up close and personal." "Oh, Parker, for heaven's sake. Don't listen to him, Miranda. I've never seen any nasty things around there." "Except for Roo," Parker added. "She can be pretty nasty.