Water Quotes - Page 3

I wondered whether water is a mirror for our darker emotions as much as it is an engine for our happiness. Water quiets all the noise, all the distractions, and connects you to your own thoughts.

There is greater clarity in the still waters of sadness, something not found in the babbling brooks of more sought after emotions.

Entrepreneurs see the "no diving" sign and back-up to get a running start.

For him, it appeared he could freeze
the moment in a memory; only for it to slip through his
hands like water.

El Tulipan Holandés contemplaba la marea, que estaba subiendo.
-Ensambla, unifica, envenena, corrige, revela. Mira cómo sube y baja, y se lleva todo consigo.
+ ¿Qué es? - Le pregunté.
-Agua- me contestó el Holandés-. Bueno, y tiempo.

When the young woman
leans over the sky,
about to water the flowers as well as the weeds,
her white front splits open
until her milk runs.

The first time Akash took Supriya to view the pool, I rose up in strident protest, and he was astonished by the way she turned her face away, her eyes filled with terror. “I am petrified of water!” she whispered, as he tried to cajole her to at least put her feet in.

Beauty soaks reality as water fills a rag.

Water’s water and that’s why it’s beautiful.

You know it’s a real salvation when Baptists use cold water.

If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire: if you want to be wet you must get into the water. If you want joy, power, peace, eternal life, you must get close to, or even into, the thing that has them.

You don't know what thirst is until you drink for the first time.

Water quench thirsts, food quenches hunger while sex quenches lust or love

Kissing her is like drinking salted water, he thinks. His thirst only increases.

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
memories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreams
play when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?”
She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?

There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach
in a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in the
darkness of the grave, how it frightens me beyond all things.

Did Bach ever eat
pancakes at midnight?

History doesn’t start with a tall building
and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is taking
us for suckers and is playing a mean game.