“We never know the worth of water till the well is dry.”
– Thomas Fuller.
“Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.”
– Brian Jacques.
“There brews He beautiful water! And beautiful it always is! You see it glistening in the dewdrop; you hear it singing in the summer rain; you see it sparkling in the ice gem when the trees seem loaded with rich jewels!… dancing in the hailstorm, leaping, foaming, dashing…! See how it weaves a golden gauze for the setting sun, and a silvery tissue for the midnight moon!”
– John Bartholomew Gough.
“And Thou, vast Ocean! on whose awful face
Time’s iron feet can print no ruin-trace,
By breezes lull’d, or by the storm-blasts driv’n,
Thy majesty uplifts the mind to heaven.”
– Robert Montgomery.
“Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go.”
– Blaise Pascal.
“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.”
– E.E. Cummings.
“I have seen the sea when it is strormy and wild; when it is quiet and serene; when it is dark and moody. And in all its moods, I see myself.”
– Martin D. Buxbaum.
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
– John Lubbock.
“In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans; in one aspect of You are found all the aspects of existence.”
– Kahlil Gibran.
“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.”
– Hermann Hesse.
“Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You rise like a tide in my oceans, shine bright like the moon over them, and darken the sky when you mysteriously leave… Forgive me, my Amphitrite, but you are all I know. The day is breaking now, the earth is dry and torn. I know you’re tired from the violent storms. I do love you, and you are all I know. The look in your eyes has made a slave of me for eternity. Without you I seem to lose the power of speech. Without you, I am nothing at all. I once again feel you slipping from my reach. You grow me like an evergreen. You’ve never seen the lonely me at all. Let the wind and ocean water wash away a thousand memories, like sand. Gazing at this all you look back, turn around and continue to run… Run from the love that is chasing after… Exhausted and breathless you sit down on the diamond shore at last. Glance at the ocean – who could that be? Someone is coming. Worried, yet scared found, brought back to the one in search, you are truly happily thrilled to be in the arms of the one who loves…”
– Oksana Rus.
“If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water.”
– Ernest Hemingway.
“I’ve come to the conclusion that the artist can not justify life or come up with a cogent reason as to why life is meaningful, but the artist can provide you with a cold glass of water on a hot day.”
– Woody Allen.