Quotes About Water

It is with our passions, as it is with fire and water, they are good servants but bad masters.

The Boys and the Frogs SOME BOYS, playing near a pond, saw a number of Frogs in the water and began to pelt them with stones. They killed several of them, when one of the Frogs, lifting his head out of the water, cried out: Pray stop, my boys: what is sport to you, is death to us.

In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest, there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers…for fear will rob him of all if he gives too much

Aqua Quorum

Poe was standing on the border of the clearing, acting most peculiarly. He took a few steps toward the cabin, the paused, shook his head, and marched back out. He repeated the move a few times before stomping off for good. I stood at the window, confused as hell. Why in the wild... and then it hit me, way, way harder than the water when I'd fallen off the boat. Poe liked me.

Go ahead! Panic! " screamed Picchu from somewhere in the background. "Do it now and avoid the June rush! Fear death by water!

It's a pity we have no beer for you. We ran out nearly a year ago. But you need not fear the water. It is very wholesome here." "Pilgrim kids drank beer for breakfast?" "Back in England their water was very polluted and wasn't safe to drink. Beer was actually healthier.

The smell of hurrying passed my nostrils with the smell of sea water and fresh fish wind, there was history which had taught my eyes to look for escape even beneath the almond leaves fat as women, the conch shell tiny as sand, the rock stone old like water. I learned to read this from a woman whose hand trembled at the past, then even being born to her was temporary, wet and thrown half dressed among the dozens ofbrown legs itching to run.

If I, the boiling water, And you, the tea; Then your fragrance Has to depend solely upon my plainness.... I have to be hot, even boiled Before we consume each other....

It is like a lake of crystal clear, cool, delicious water. Beautiful, surrounded by good shores, but lying in a savage region. No one can drink from it or bathe in it, or make any use of it at all. Such are the riches of a miser." But if a generous man acquires great wealth, the Buddha said: "His case is like that of the beautiful lake I spoke of, but now it lies near a village or

town where people can draw water and drink from it, bathe in it and use it for any other purpose. His riches go to enjoyment, not to waste."3

The water was running in the sink. I don't like to hear water running. I get the feeling that time is passing, that the globe's resources are being used up. I get the feeling I'm losing something.

Keller had a professor in college who said that civilization was a matter of plumbing. That basically, the infrastructure for moving clean water in and filthy water out is what allowed people to congregate in large populations in permanent dwellings and create cities and cultures. Otherwise, people had to be nomads to literally escape their own shit.

There is no water to put out the fire. Mi canto la esperanza. —Carlos Santana "Maria Maria

New York is full of water, and neither looks it nor acts it. Of the five boroughs of the city, only one—the Bronx—is on the mainland of the United States, and yet you can spend months in New York without seeing any water except what comes out of the faucet.

Since Lake Erie water can eat through a human body in under three minutes, a wood or aluminum boat in ten and a steel hull in twenty-five, this resort couldn't offer much by way of the usual swimming and boating

Luther made a distinction between the inner and outer word: the latter is the Scripture and the former the revelation of Christ. Thus the Bible is the cradle wherein Christ is laid and the swaddling clothes in which Christ is wrapped. Or the Word of God is the water that comes to us through the pipes (the written witness).

Elsewheres South The long green shutters are drawn. Against what parades? Closing our eyes against the sun, We try to imagine The darkness of an interior Where something might still happen: The razor lying open On the cool marble washstand, The drip of something--is it water?-- Upon stone floors.

Listen to the murmur of water and you'll hear Mother Nature. Listen to the stillness beneath, and there you'll find God.

Just as a very little fresh water is blown away by a storm of wind and dust, in like manner the good deeds, that we think we do in this life, are overwhelmed by the multitude of evils.

It is with our Passions, as it is with Fire and Water, they are 'Good Servants,' but 'Bad Masters.'

They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.

I'm a bit like a sponge. When I'm not writing I absorb life like water. When I write I squeeze the sponge a little - and out comes, not water but ink.