We never know the worth of water till the well is dry.— Thomas Fuller
Unconventional Rivers And Water quotations
The six best doctors: Sunshine, water, rest, air, exercise and diet.
When you put your hand in a flowing stream, you touch the last that has gone before and the first of what is still to come.
The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life.
It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are.
Just as the water reflects the stars and the moon, the body reflects the mind and soul.
Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong.
Wild rivers are earth's renegades, defying gravity, dancing to their own tunes, resisting the authority of humans, always chipping away, and eventually always winning.
A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.
The mind is like water. When it's turbulent, it's difficult to see. When it's calm, everything becomes clear.
Rivers, ponds, lakes and streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.
For many of us, water simply flows from a faucet, and we think little about it beyond this point of contact. We have lost a sense of respect for the wild river, for the complex workings of a wetland, for the intricate web of life that water supports.
Nature … is, as it were, a continual circulation.
Water is rais'd in Vapour into the Air by one Quality and precipitated down in drops by another, the Rivers run into the Sea, and the Sea again supplies them.
No man steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.
To all earth's creatures God has given the broad earth, the springs, the rivers and the forests, giving the air to the birds, and the waters to those who live in water, giving abundantly to all the basic needs of life, not as a private possession, not restricted by law, not divided by boundaries, but as common to all, amply and in rich measure.
The energy that moves life is the force of the Feminine.
She is unstoppable. She is the source of all life, the mover of blood, the breather of breath, the flow of the river's water. The Feminine is life. We can feel Her moving and living in any moment we are open to Her, or as Her.
Come with me, the river said, close your eyes and quiet your limbs and float with me into the wonder and mystery of the canyons, see the unknown and the little known, look upon the stone gods face to face, see Medusa, drink my waters, hear my song, feel my power, come along and drift with me toward the distant, ultimate and legendary sea.
Entire water of the sea can't sink a ship, unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly negativity of the world can't put you down unless you allow it to get inside you !
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
The wealth of the nation is its air, water, soil, forests, minerals, rivers, lakes, oceans, scenic beauty, wildlife habitats and biodiversity... that's all there is. That's the whole economy. That's where all the economic activity and jobs come from. These biological systems are the sustaining wealth of the world.
I have never seen a river that I could not love.
Moving water... has a fascinating vitality. It has power and grace and associations. It has a thousand colors and a thousand shapes, yet it follows laws so definite that the tiniest streamlet is an exact replica of a great river.
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
To put your hands in a river is to feel the chords that bind the earth together.
Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.
In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.
Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.
All living beings, things that move, are equally important, whether they are human beings, dogs, birds, fish, trees, ants, weeds, rivers, wind or rain. To stay healthy and strong, life must have clean air, clear water and pure food. If deprived of these things, life will cycle to the next level, or as the system says, 'die'.
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one;
the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.
Every day we're given a choice: We can relax and float in the direction that the water flows, or we can swim hard against it. If we go with the river, the energy of a thousand mountain streams will be with us . . . if we resist the river, we will feel rankled and tired as we tread water, stuck in the same place.
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
The health of our waters is the principle measure of how we live on the land.
A river is water is its loveliest form;
rivers have life and sound and movement and infinity of variation, rivers are veins of the earth through which the lifeblood returns to the heart
Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.
Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow you most intense obsessions mercilessly.
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.
I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder into foam, smooth to green glass over sunken rocks, shatter to foam again. I was fascinated by how it sped by and yet was always there; its roar shook both the earth and me.
The marsh, to him who enters it in a receptive mood, holds, besides mosquitoes and stagnation, melody, the mystery of unknown waters, and the sweetness of Nature undisturbed by man.
They muddy the water, to make it seem deep.
There is a river in the ocean. In the severest droughts it never fails, and in the mightiest floods it never overflows. Its banks and its bottom are of cold water, while its current is of warm. The Gulf of Mexico is its fountain, and its mouth is in the Arctic Sea. It is the Gulf Stream.
We must begin thinking like a river if we are to leave a legacy of beauty and life for future generations.
Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water; she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.
Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned, and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.
All the really great records or people who made them somehow came from Memphis or Louisiana or somewhere along the Mississippi River...And singers like Howlin' Wolf and Muddy Waters gave me the feeling that they were right there, standing by the river.
More than one-half of the world's major rivers are being seriously depleted and polluted, degrading and poisoning the surrounding ecosystems, thus threatening the health and livelihood of people who depend upon them for irrigation, drinking and industrial water.
To trace the history of a river or a raindrop is also to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body. In both, we constantly seek and stumble upon divinity, which like feeding the lake, and the spring becoming a waterfall, feeds, spills, falls, and feeds itself all over again.
We are never far from the lilt and swirl of living water.
Whether to fish or swim or paddle, of only to stand and gaze, to glance as we cross a bridge, all of us are drawn to rivers, all of us happily submit to their spell. We need their familiar mystery. We need their fluent lives interflowing with our own.
If you gave me several million years, there would be nothing that did not grow in beauty if it were surrounded by water.