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.— Leonardo da Vinci
Almighty White Water quotations
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.
A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.
People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle.
But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
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.
I eat only white foods: eggs, sugar, grated bones, the fat of dead animals;
veal, salt, coconut, chicken cooked in white water; fruit mold, rice, turnips; camphorated sausage, dough, cheese (white), cotton salad, and certain fish (skinless).
The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams.
So much depends upom a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
The sun shines not on us but in us.
Indians and animals know better how to live than white man;
nobody can be in good health if he does not have all the time fresh air, sunshine, and good water.
Let me speak frankly: separate but equal is a fraud.
It is the language that tried to push Rosa Parks to the back of the bus. It is the motif that determined that black and white people could not possibly drink from the same water fountain, eat at the same table or use the same toilets.
Swift or smooth, broad as the Hudson or narrow enough to scrape your gunwales, every river is a world of its own, unique in pattern and personality. Each mile on a river will take you further from home than a hundred miles on a road.
Even if you enter the dirty water, stay neat like a white swan!
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
A river is more than an amenity, it is a treasure.
I've done plenty of daredeviling - from white-water rafting to bungee jumping.
But I think the most fearless was hosting the Emmy Awards. It was overwhelming, and I definitely had to leave fear at the door.
I love the sea's sounds and the way it reflects the sky.
The colours that shimmer across its surface are unbelievable. This, combined with the colour of the water over white sand, surprises me every time.
The colors that show best by candlelight are white, carnation, and a kind of sea-water green.
Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that --one is sure to get into some mess before evening.
Far away Tongariro! Green - white thundering Athabasca river of New Zealand! I vowed I would come again down across the Pacific to fish in the swift cold waters of this most beautiful and famous of trout streams. It is something to have striven. It is much to have kept your word.
The smell of manure, of sun on foliage, of evaporating water, rose to my head;
two steps farther, and I could look down into the vegetable garden enclosed within its tall pale of reeds - rich chocolate earth studded emerald green, frothed with the white of cauliflowers, jeweled with the purple globes of eggplant and the scarlet wealth of tomatoes.
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
When a black person has no electricity, no water, they call it the ghetto.
When white people have no electricity and no water, they call it camping.
For a short time we lived quietly. But this could not last. White men had found gold in the mountains around the land of winding water.
. . . the time has also come to identify and preserve free-flowing stretches of our great rivers before growth and development make the beauty of the unspoiled waterway a memory.
You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.
Being the Stream Meditation is not just a rest or retreat from the turmoil of the stream or the impurity of the world. It is a way of being the stream, so that one can be at home in both the white water and the eddies. Meditation may take one out of the world, but it also puts one totally into it.
I started out thinking of America as highways and state lines.
As I got to know it better, I began to think of it as rivers.
Of all the creatures in the world that really frighten me - the hyena in Africa, the great white shark - leopard seals are near the top of the list. They're killers. If my team spots one, they'll pull me out of the water.
Coal-black is better than another hue In that it scorns to bear another hue;
For all the water in the ocean Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
The Great Spirit made all things. He gave the white people a home beyond the great waters. He supplied these grounds with game, and gave them to his red children; and he gave them strength and courage to defend them.
I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.
The white people's thought is full of ignorance.
They constantly devastate the land they live on and transform the waters they drink into quagmires! There is only one sky and we must take care of it, for if it becomes sick, everything will come to an end.
Rivers run through our history and folklore, and link us as a people.
... We are a nation rich in rivers.
Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love.
No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.