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— Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry
Let's swim to the moonLet's climb through the tideSurrender to the waiting worldsThat lap against our side.
— Jim Morrison
When we’d all settled down from that first night, Julie found a bag on the porch, which we thought must have been left by the same three girls who had brought me to them. Just like the clues on my skin, I’d only been left with two worldly possessions. The first was a wad of cash that I immediately handed to Ben and Julie as compensation for giving me a home. Most of it went to pay for Akinli’s medical bills, which was fine with me. I didn’t know if there was a word bigger than soul mates, something that meant the feeling of being so connected that it was hard to tell where one person ended and the other began. If there was, that word belonged to Akinli and me.The second thing was a bottle of water. It was so peculiar, this water, a blue that was both dark and brilliant, too thick to see through but still carrying light. No matter the season, it was always cold, and there were tiny shells in it that never settled.Sometimes I slept with it, even though it was cold enough to wake me up if I rolled on it the wrong way. It was the only clue I had to tell me who I had been before the night I was left on the porch, and I loved it second only to Akinli.Somehow, I knew that this love was important, as if treasuring the water meant I treasured myself. And I did. I loved my recovering body, I loved my blue-eyed soul mate, I loved my adopted family.I held the water to my chest, and I loved.
— Kiera Cass, The Siren
No water, No life.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
I believe that water is the closest thing to a god we have here on Earth. We are in awe of its power and majestic beauty. We are drawn to it as if it’s a magical, healing force. We gestate in water, are made of water, and need to drink water to live. We are living in water.
— Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water
For cities are museums of time, and to live in them is to be haunted by the places they once were. The waterways that existed before the skyscrapers and freeways are a vanished world that beacons to us. When we catch glimpses of them, the city disappears. Its too-known streets dissolve into unfathomable terrain. It becomes innocent again. We want to unmake the city. To regain a lost paradise.
— Gary Kamiya, Cool Gray City of Love: 49 Views of San Francisco
It's you,” David says, “our queen with your crown, going into some body of water where we cannot follow you.
— Annie Fisher, The Greater Picture
Sturdy swimmers afloat on water-couch Beneath the heavy bill their treasured pouchFishes pray for them to fly far away Inland lakes toast to the Pelican’s day
— Munia Khan
Love water, protect it:
— Lailah Gifty Akita
More likely drinking Coca-Cola... than water will be a symmetry...
— Deyth Banger, Symmetrical
For a moment we are weightless, eyes open and locked underwater, flowers drawn down with us, swirling around us in a current of white bubbles. My hair floats around us both like black silk. His hands are still around my waist, mine pressed against his bare chest. My lamp drifts between us.Aladdin plants his feet against the bottom of the pool and kicks off, pushing us upward to burst through the surface. He gasps in air and shakes the wet hair from his eyes. Without pulling away, we float in silence, and I cannot take my gaze from him. Water runs down his cheeks and lips, dripping from his jaw. A lock of his hair is stuck to his forehead, and I gently lift it away, curling it around my finger before letting it go.“What are we doing?” he whispers, pulling me closer.I cannot reply. I don’t trust my own voice. He brings his forehead down to rest against mine, and everything outside this pool and this moment ceases to exist. All that matters is the gentle sound of our breathing, our reflections on the water, the feel of his hands around me.
— Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish
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— Mountain States Pipe & Supply
Why do we have to do this in the middle of the night?” Taylor asked.“Because we don’t want the whole town knowing why we’re going and where we’re going.”“How can I tell anyone if I don’t even know myself?” Taylor stuck out her lower lip.“Water. We’re going to look for water,” Sam said.He could almost hear the wheels in Taylor’s head spinning. Then, “OMG, we’re out of water?” She bit her lip, took a couple of dramatic breaths, and wailed, “Do you mean we’re all going to die?”“That would be a pretty good example of why we’re keeping this secret,” Sam said dryly.“I just need to go—”“Uh-uh!” Sam said. “No you don’t, Taylor. You don’t bounce anywhere or talk to anyone without me agreeing. Are we clear?”“You know, Sam, you’re nice. And so very, very hot,” Taylor said. “But you’re not really much fun.”“Let’s get out of here while we can,” Dekka said. “I brought a gun, by the way.”“Are we going to be in danger?” Taylor cried.“The gun’s in case you get on my nerves, Taylor,” Dekka warned.“Oh, so funny,” Taylor said.
— Michael  Grant, Plague
Have either of you seen Sam? Brianna can’t find him.”Albert sighed. “He’s out of town.”Edilio felt the blood drain out of his face. “He’s what?”Astrid arrived, coldly furious. “I’m not on the council anymore. You have no right—”“Shut up, Astrid,” Edilio said.Astrid, Albert, and Howard all stared. Edilio was as amazed as any of them. He considered apologizing—he had never spoken to Astrid that way. He’d never spoken to anyone that way.The truth was he was scared. Sam was out of town? With Drake running loose?“What makes you think Sam is out of town?” Edilio asked Albert.“I sent him,” Albert said. “Him and Dekka. Taylor and Jack, too. They’re looking for water.”“They’re what?”“Looking for water.
— Michael  Grant, Plague
...but sovereign borders will mean Water haves and have-nots.
— Joseph McElroy
For the most appalling quality of water is its strength. I love its flash and gleam, its music, its pliancy and grace, its slap against my body; but I fear its strength. I fear it as my ancestors must have feared the natural forces that they worshipped. All the mysteries are in its movement. It slips out of holes in the earth like the ancient snake. I have seen its birth; and the more I gaze at that sure and inremitting surge of water at the very top of the mountain, the more I am baffled. We make it all so easy, any child in school can understand it – water rises in the hills, it flows and finds its own level, and man can't live without it. Bud I don't understand it. I cannot fathom its power.
— Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain
To take a breath of water: does the thought panic or excite you?
— Maggie Nelson, Bluets
The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains.
— Ray Bradbury
All the little duckies with their heads in the waterHeads in the waterAll the little duckies with their heads in the waterOh, such sweet little duckies.
— Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea
I was surrounded by hundreds of drowned children, heads in the water, their little feet in the air.All the little duckies, with their heads in the waterHeads in the water.It was my punishment. Honor lost. Everything lost.Shame is a hunter.My shame was all around me now.
— Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea
Already this sun was pouring its wrath into the blue Indian ocean where swordfish and marlin cruised like silver-blue attenuated warheads in their green-gold depths...
— Mike Bond, The Last Savanna
What a boon to live on the water! Such delicious shades and hues! This is a template worthy of the greatest painters. The textures of sand and stone could inspire incomparable sculptures, and the sounds - the steady lapping of the waves, the sweet chirping of the birds, make this a sanctuary.
— Adriana Trigiani, Rococo
Each time I came crashing down into the ocean porpoiselike, water hit my face like the slap of a jilted lover.
— Brandon Sanderson, Firefight
They dived into the ocean of shadow and smog, adding to it with the fumes of their own aircraft. The goggles were useless now, but Jacob kept them on, in case there might be some break in the murky pool. It was fitting that the Worldwaker had passed through there, with the shark emblem painted on brightly. In those deep waters it could not be seen. It almost felt like it had lured them in. The dolphins do not hunt the sharks.
— Dean F. Wilson, Worldwaker
In the deep sands a man must hoard his water.
— George R.R. Martin, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms
Love can be as transparent as water!
— Sima Mittal
I would give my lungs to the fish so that they may rise out of the water and feel the wind.
— A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fish come forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.
— Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America
By erecting thirty thousand dams of significant size across the American West, they dewatered countless rivers, wiped out millions of acres of riparian habitat, shut off many thousands of river miles of salmon habitat, silted over spawning beds, poisoned return flows with agricultural chemicals, set the plague of livestock loose on the arid land--in a nutshell they made it close to impossible for numerous native species to survive.
— Marc Reisner
The sea is a desert of waves,A wilderness of water.
— Langston Hughes, Selected Poems
My brother William is a fisherman, and he tells me that when he is in the middle of a fogboundsea the water is a color for which there is no name.
— Patricia MacLachlan, Sarah, Plain and Tall
For every drop of water you waste, you must know that somewhere on earth someone is desperately looking for a drop of water!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Where mermaids live looks a bit like your pool.' said Bernard. 'Except they build houses out of whale bones and the wreckage of sunken ships. They play chess with seahorses. They wear capes of fish scales and sleep on beds made from seaweed.'As we listened, I thought I heard a slight splashing from the far end of the pool.'At night,' Bernard continued, 'they turn on an electric eel for a night-light, and they light a fire, and the smoke goes up a chimney made from coral.''Wait a minute,' interupted Zoe, clearly immersed in Bernard's description. 'If they live underwater, how could they have a fire?''You should ask them,' said Bernard.Zoe and I open our eyes.Now, look, I know the light was just playing tricks on us. And I know we'd all probably inhaled too much sequin glue. But for the briefest moment, the blue of Zoe's pool gave way to deeper, darker aqua-colored water. The few plants and rocks were replaced with a lagoon and a waterfall where several mermaids lounged half in the water, half in the sun. They splashed and dove, their laughter making the same sound as the water.
— Michelle Cuevas, Confessions of an Imaginary Friend
Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses. By thy might, there return into us treasures that we had abandoned. By thy grace, there are released in us all the dried-up runnels of our heart. Of the riches that exist in the world, thou art the rarest and also the most delicate - thou so pure within the bowels of the earth! A man may die of thirst lying beside a magnesian spring. He may die within reach of a salt lake. He may die though he hold in his hand a jug of dew, if it be inhabited by evil salts. For thou, water, art a proud divinity, allowing no alteration, no foreignness in thy being. And the joy that thou spreadest is an infinitely simple joy.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars
Keep the environment clean and the waters clear as crystal.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Nature had refused to offer herself to them. The water, the green, the mammalian, the tropical, the semitropical, the leafy, the verdant, the motherloving citrus, all of it was denied them and had been denied them so long that with each day, each project, it became more and more impossible to conceive of a time wen it had not been denied them. The prospect of Mother Nature opening her legs and inviting Los Angeles back into her ripeness was, like the disks of water shimmering in the last foothill reservoirs patrolled by the National Guard, evaporating daily.
— Claire Vaye Watkins
I love the ocean because water from all sources mingle here,I love the ocean because it always returns all our valuables back,I love the ocean because it is the proof for abundance love & attachment.
— Desai Pruthvi S
Lords of blue and Lords of gold,Lords of wind and waters wild,Lords of time that's growing old,When will come the season mild?When will come blue Madoc's child?
— Madeleine L'Engle, A Swiftly Tilting Planet
Merging like two drops of water.Together in a way that humans could never know.
— L.J. Smith, Secret Vampire
I am swimming and it is just sunrise, the sky so gray as to be almost invisible. I rise to the surface to breathe and that’s when I see the dark shadow of a boat, gliding gently toward me in the water. Men ride in the boat, their faces grim and greedy and silent, and as I turn to watch them I feel a bite in my side, a piercing pain.
— Kendall Kulper, Salt & Storm
Water is life sustenance.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
The water glittered under the moon’s careful watch, and, in the distance, steeples cut stark black silhouettes into the landscape of the distant city.
— Katherine McIntyre, Soul Solution
Your tongue is moving my King but the words are not making their way to my ears
— Dora Okeyo, Water
As they drifted down the Apple River, Virgil felt as though a medicine was moving through him, flushing his cells with a natural liquid peace. The quiet shrilly of katydids and the soft song of moving water permeated the air. He watched Chantel slowly spinning in the currents, her eyelids fluttering in a way he'd never seen before, her ebony face drenched in sunshine, feet kicking lazily in the water. He wanted to think only of her, in this calm river vision, releasing all other thoughts from his head like flocks and flocks of birds, every species known to man, shooting out of a cavern and filling the sky.
— Ron  Parsons, The Sense of Touch
Did you ever think that maybe we’re like that?” she asks me.I smile into the dark. How many times have I thought of myself as the ocean? “You think we’re like water?”Gemma sits up. The salty wind coming off the water snaps her hair around her shoulders. With one hand in the middle of my chest, she tries to push me into the sand. I’m strong enough to hold her off, but I don’t want to. I willingly collapse back and she crawls over me. Holding a smile on her face, she slips her legs on either side of my hips and settles her weight on me.In a voice thin as smoke, she says, “Well, maybe that’s how we start. Maybe, in the beginning, we’re nothing but a theoretical vast and empty sea with this huge open sky above us.”Her hands press down on my stomach and her fingers pull at the bottom of my shirt. She leans forward until her breasts are rubbing against me and her mouth is almost touching the skin of my neck.“Then slowly,” she continues, “over time, the currents change and we build up these continents inside our bodies.” Now her fingers walk a path from my bellybutton to my sternum. “And eventually, we have canyons and deserts and trees and beaches and all sorts of places where we can go and live.”I suck in a breath as Gemma flattens her hand on the skin just above my heart and kisses me just below my ear. Then she turns her face, fitting the crown of her head beneath my jaw and says, “Most of the time we’re safe on the land, but sometimes we get sucked out to sea. What do you think happens then?”I think about everything we’ve shared today. I think about Gemma and me. And how it feels like the geography inside of my own body is changing, how it’s been changing from the moment I met her. Maybe even before that.And I think about the continents we’re building between us. The bridges of land moving from her fingers to mine and the valleys and mountains formed by her lips on my skin and her words in my head.I use both of my hands to cup her face and pull her to my mouth. I press my lips to hers, parting her mouth and drinking in her breath. “I think you’d have to start swimming.”A minute of silence ticks by.Over the low drone of the waves on the beach, she whispers, “And what if you can’t swim very well?”I think for a minute. “Then you fly.
— Autumn Doughton, This Sky
I have an immoderate passion for water; for the sea, though so vast, so restless, so beyond one's comprehension; for rivers, beautiful, yet fugitive and elusive; but especially for marshes, teeming with all that mysterious life of the creatures that haunt them. A marsh is a whole world within a world, a different world, with a life of its own, with its own permanent denizens, its passing visitors, its voices, its sounds, its own strange mystery.
— Guy de Maupassant, The House of Madame Tellier and Other Stories
Shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.
— Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
I always adhered to the idea that God is time, or at least that His spirit is... In any case, I always thought that if the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the water, the water was bound to reflect it. Hence my sentiment for water, for its folds, wrinkles. and ripples, and - as I am a Northerner - for its grayness. I simply think that water is the image of time, and every New Year's Eve, in somewhat pagan fashion, I try to find myself near water, preferably near a sea or an ocean, to watch the emergence of a new helping, a new cupful of time from it.
— Joseph Brodsky, Watermark
A field which feeds you, a river which gives you water are much holier than all other so-called holy places!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
As an angler and a gardener, I cherish each drop of rain that falls.
— Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1
One cannot help but identify with the life-giving quality of water, not just to quench our thirst, but for our emotional and spiritual wellbeing.
— Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1
Among our Potawatomi people, women are the Keepers of Water. We carry the sacred water to ceremonies and act on its behalf. “Women have a natural bond with water, because we are both life bearers,” my sister said. “We carry our babies in internal ponds and they come forth into the world on a wave of water. It is our responsibility to safeguard the water for all our relations.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants
Ella!" the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence.
— Beth Revis, The Body Electric
forming the "hydrogen bond"... is dynamic, with the exchange occurring in a few billionths of a billionth of a second. Since water molecules can "lose" two hydrogen atoms and "win" two by way of their oxygen atom, they are on average regrouped in fours, and the network of water, whether in our glass or in our cells is tetrahedral. All the same, this arrangement is not perfect in liquid water (otherwise the water would be a solid crystal), and locally there are many defects in the network. Although the motif of four water molecules is the most common in "linear" hydrogen bonds, the water molecule sometimes has a "forked tongue" with bifurcated liaisons, which creates arrangements of three or five, or even two or six molecules. This variability prevents water from being structured over a great distance and enables it to remain in a liquid state at the ambient temperature.
— Denis Le Bihan
I hate water. It's so boring. And it takes up so much room in your stomach.
— J.T. Geissinger, Sweet as Sin
Come on in. The water’s fine.
— Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans
I've been in the water so much these past few days, I swear I'm growing fins & scales.
— April Mae Monterrosa
Lake water, even when boiled, has an effect on my digestive system similar to the movement of a hangman’s trapdoor.
— Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
Organic life cannot be far from water.
— Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life - Fennel's Journal - No. 1
If everyone could just live near the ocean, I think we'd all be happier. It's hard to be down about anything knee deep in the sand.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2
You really didn't appreciate how thick, how powerful water was until you had to fight it.
— Ilsa J. Bick, Monsters
Like spilled water, once a girl's reputation is ruined, it will never come back
— Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
Trying to educate the dumb with a dumb teacher is nothing but washing the dirty clothes in a dirty water!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
She tried to focus on the element of riddle or at least puzzle contained in the letter and ignore the sense of doom that was sweeping through her like clouds rolling to the shore over open water. 
— Sara Sheridan, British Bulldog
When a fat person goes in the water naked, would it still be called skinny-dipping?
— Anthony Liccione
She listened to the soft splashing sound when the water met the bank. It took just a few moments before she was able to completely fade out the smell of pollution and inhaled the salty air. The soft breeze mingled with the swooshing and splashing of the waves, with the rustling of grass, the tictac as long undressed twigs of the tree met each other, composing a gentle melody like wooden wind-chimes. The whole concert of nature calmed her down like nothing had ever been able to.
— Jessica Werner, Sra'kalor
You can't hold back the water - but you can swim with the current.
— Wallace J. Nichols
There is a deep dryness of the soul and all of the recalcitrant contrivances of man to quench his own thirst will bring not a single drop of moisture to those parched places, for God and God alone holds the water that satiates the soul.
— Craig D. Lounsbrough, Flecks of Gold on a Path of Stone: Simple Truths for Life's Complex Journey
The early autumn sun glinted on the water, an enormous mirror ground to powder and scattered.
— Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Oh wondrous,' murmured Lin Chung. 'Oh, water, mistress of earth, valley spirit, eternal feminine!''Taoism again?' Phryne leaned close to hear what he was whispering.'From the "Tao Te Ching." The old Master should have seen this. All made by water, the female, cold, moon principle.''Yin,' said Phryne. 'This is the womb of the earth.''Indeed.' He took her hand. 'Completely foreign to all male, hot, sun creatures.''Like you?''Like me. Yang can only admire and tremble.''Come along.' She led him into the centre of the huge space. 'We don't want to get lost in the earthmother's insides.
— Kerry Greenwood, Urn Burial
Like water our ideals for writing what seems at first to be a calling to pen a masterpiece, it at first can be pure, fluid even (words can come easily) but we also have to learn to work with what our eyes glaze over as weak substitutes, words that we think have no substance to what we are learning towards. What is every poet's intention? Their intention is to forge, nullify, create, defend, fill the reader with the awe and inspiration that every poet themselves craves. They want to carve a name for themselves in the annals of history, leave a not so quiet legacy behind. Poets want immortality or rather they want their words to become immortal. Perhaps even Marlowe and Shakespeare had discussions about this.
— Abigail George, Feeding The Beasts
The half of her that is underwater would like to beunder a desk, the head of her that is underwaterwould like to be fully immersed.
— Patricia Lockwood, Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals
I fit my mouth to his and he tastes like water and smells like fresh air. I drag my hand from his neck to the small of his back and put it under his shirt. He kisses me harder.
— Veronica Roth, Insurgent
People are like water: Many rush pass you, as some will over-flood. Some will drown you, or force you to go their current ways. Some will be cold or hot-tempered, but try to say with the warm ones. Some will come as a raging wave and cause a ripple, or a calm sea, supporting you, quenching your thirst, and flow by your side to where kisses will always stay wet.
— Anthony Liccione
If you feel like you're drowning, don't forget that it is just a feeling; it will pass with love and care. If you're actually drowning, then how are you reading this?
— Dani N M.
Above me I feel your lovemy GoddessFull of the promise that through youmy GoddessAll things ripen and come to fruitionmy GoddessAs the diaphanous boundary between worldsmy GoddessIs illuminated by the white light of your signmy GoddessI ask that some small ray of your love descendmy GoddessFill this seaborne chalicemy GoddessSo that I might pour it over memy GoddessAnd take your gentle touch to the children of the night
— P.C. Cast, The Fledgling Handbook 101
Water is like a child, it always wants to be in motion.
— Viraj J Mahajan
Human body consists of nearly 60% of water. So, wasting of water is like destroying human life.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Water generates electricity and hence if we waste water, we will be in the dark world.
— Dr Sivakumar Gowder
Every weekend, I fall in love again. By Sunday, the last thing I want to do is let her go, release her back into the cold water of life.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft
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.
— Wallace J. Nichols, Blue Mind: The Surprising Science That Shows How Being Near, In, On, or Under Water Can Make You Happier, Healthier, More Connected, and Better at What You Do
I am not afraid of storms, for I am leaning how to sail my ship.
— Lousia May Alcott
It came out sparkling like liquid sky.
— Laurie Lee, Cider With Rosie
I wish you water.
— Wallace J. Nichols, Blue Mind: The Surprising Science That Shows How Being Near, In, On, or Under Water Can Make You Happier, Healthier, More Connected, and Better at What You Do
A WATERY BLISSAs busy as an ice cream freezer,On a Sunday getting hotter,Happy is the honey eater-The busy ocean otter,Floating alongside Teter,On a sea full of water.
— Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love
The water shines only by the sun. And it is you who are my sun. (L'eau ne brille que par le soleil. - Et c’est toi qui es mon soleil.)
— Charles de Leusse
But germs are the most common snowflake starters and lie at the heart of 85 percent of all flakes.2So next time you gaze at a lovely snowstorm, inform your favorite germophobe or hypochondriac that living bacteria sit shivering in most of those untold billions of flakes. Then hand him or her a snow cone or organize a catch-a-snowflake-on-your-tongue party.Once the ice-forming process is started, more molecules join the party, and the crystal grows. It can ultimately become either a snowflake or a rough granule of ice called by the odd name graupel. A snowflake contains ten quintillion water molecules. That’s ten million trillion. Ten snowflakes—which can fit on your thumb tip—have the same number of molecules as there are grains of sand on the earth. Or stars in the visible universe. How many flakes, how many molecules fashioned the snowy landscape I was observing as I drove east? It numbed the brain.
— Bob Berman
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.
— Deepti Menon, Chronicles of Urban Nomads
The world will not spin slower or faster when we have passed through the gate together. What remains is light on water, or a shifting shadow.
— Emmi Itäranta, Memory of Water
Preserving, protecting, and restoring our waters are tasks for many lifetimes, and sometimes the effort can seem overwhelming. But as long as we stay connected with all of the many, many blessings that water provides, and continue to keep that love in the forefront of our minds and hearts, as long as we remind ourselves to hope, then our stories will help connect others to water and encourage them to do what they can to help care for this beautiful Blue Marble world.
— Wallace J. Nichols, Blue Mind: The Surprising Science That Shows How Being Near, In, On, or Under Water Can Make You Happier, Healthier, More Connected, and Better at What You Do
No sane person resists the smell of the soil when sprinkled with water,Especially the smell of the intercourse between earth and rain.
— Nomthandazo Tsembeni
What a great genius this water is! It has thousands of different beautiful faces: It is a rainbow, an ocean, a lake, an iceberg, a waterfall, a river, a drop, a fog… What a great genius this water is!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
the cocoon like water, the labored trance and rhythmic breath of lap swimming had done their work, had unwound the restless feeling into nothingness.
— A.M. Jenkins
It's true about the running water. You can hear anything you want to in it.
— Gwendoline Riley
Love and work are to people what water and sunshine are to plants.
— Jonathan Haidt, The Happiness Hypothesis: Finding Modern Truth in Ancient Wisdom
Water’s water and that’s why it’s beautiful.
— Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro
Even a speck of love should not go unappreciated, because, as Rumi said, love is the water of life.
— Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love
When we carry out our "religious duties" we are like people digging channels in a waterless land, in order that when at last water comes, it may find them ready.
— C.S. Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms
Never wade through the pretty ripples of perpetually flowing rivers, until you have looked at their lovely waters,and prayed to them,and washed your hands in the pale enchanting water.
— Hesiod, Hesiod: The Works and Days/Theogony/The Shield of Herakles
The river was glossy, narrow, and quick, a beautiful green color, with the white and maroon striped college punts strung along the near bank. .... The sun, westering, heavy, and hazy, was in those great final throes of energy before the sky whitens and clears, and evening comes. I stood and watched it. That immense body, dying trillions of feet away from me, still warming my face with its steady insensate chemistries.
— Charles Finch, The Last Enchantments
Blood is thicker than water, but they still use corn starch as a thickener on cooking shows
— Josh Stern, And That's Why I'm Single: What Good Is Having A Lucky Horseshoe Up Your Butt When The Horse Is Still Attached?
Still hate the water, bitch?""Wh-What?
— Elisabeth Naughton, Stolen Fury
Blood is thicker than water, and so is diarrhea
— Josh Stern, And That's Why I'm Single: What Good Is Having A Lucky Horseshoe Up Your Butt When The Horse Is Still Attached?
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water. Don't let yourself indulge in vain wishes.
— Laurence Peter (1919—1990)
I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.
— Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
Why we are hanging around with inequality concept every day, it is like comparing water with the bread.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin.
— Doug Dorst, S.
Eventually man, too, found his way back to the sea. Standing on its shores, he must have looked out upon it with wonder and curiosity, compounded with an unconscious recognition of his lineage. He could not physically re-enter the ocean as the seals and whales had done. But over the centuries, with all the skill and ingenuity and reasoning powers of his mind, he has sought to explore and investigate even its most remote parts, so that he might re-enter it mentally and imaginatively.
— Rachel Carson, The Sea Around Us
Water shapes its course according to the nature of the ground over which it flows
—  the soldier works out his victory in relation to the foe whom he is facing.
In Canada, when we speak of water, we're speaking of ourselves. Canadians are known to be unextravagant, and one explanation of this might be that we know that wasted water means a diminished collective soul; polluted waters mean a sickened soul. Water is the basis of our self-identity, and when we dream of canoes and thunderstorms and streams and even snowballs, we're dreaming about our innermost selves.
— Douglas Coupland, Souvenir of Canada
Appreciate water before you are thirsty! Appreciate all the good things before you need them!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Who says there's just one safe way to walk, one road properly lit, and the rest - all slippery water, unmarked?
— Betsy Sholl, Coastal Bop
For them, it was just an ordinary miracle.
— Robert   Harris, Pompeii
If you want water, do not go to desert...
— Alen Sargsyan
fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges—icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested
— John Geddes
Even if you enter the dirty water, stay neat like a white swan!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
the California supreme court, following the English common-law, decided that the owner of land bordering a watercourse was entitled only to the usufruct of the water; that if he used it he must return it to its original course unimpaired in quality and undiminished in volume.
— Jerome Hart, Argonaut Letters
James hoped the newsletter would garner support from Bahana, or white people, to stop a town well that the Bureau of Indian Affairs wanted to dig and a tower it wanted to erect to store the water. The Hotevilla elders were willing to lay down their lives in this battle. They’d done it before, preventing the BIA from bringing electricity to the village by lying down in front of bulldozers. If that well went in, James explained, people would waste water. Their spring would dry out- an unthinkable tragedy, as it would make it impossible for them to live there any longer. Could two cultures be any different? I now wondered. We were taking federal money to mine water and would do so until the unlikely day that same government made us stop. The Hopi had been trying to prevent the government from giving them a well in the first place.
— Julene Bair, The Ogallala Road: A Memoir of Love and Reckoning
The next time you think you're perfect, try walking on water.
— Ziad K. Abdelnour
There’s always that first step in skating, from dry ground to slick ice, when it just seems impossible. Impossible that two thin blades of metal will support you, impossible that because its molecules have begun to dance a little slower water will hold you up.
— Carol Goodman, The Lake of Dead Languages
Offer me water in your palms and I will drink everlastingly.
— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
You have to dig a well before you can draw water from it.
— Richie Norton, The Power of Starting Something Stupid: How to Crush Fear, Make Dreams Happen, and Live without Regret
Walking on water is easy if you know where to step.
— Peter Tieryas, Watering Heaven
This is a silly place. Half the world has no clean water. The other half has so much that they pooh in it.
— Larry Bird
Here for example the beautiful silver mirror of a river swells, a boy falls in, the water ripples sweetly around his locks, he sinks - and after a short while the silver mirror swells as before.
— Adalbert Stifter, Brigitta, with Abdias, Limestone & the Forest Path
The buckets emptied quickly, and men from different squads took turns bringing water from the gully that lay towards the city, where, in the feeble shade of emaciated mulberries, a muddy stream lived out its last days in the diabolical heat.
— Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita
Meltwater (from the book Blue Bridge)Up here. A faceLoses its linesI look to seeThe colour of your eyes …They have turnedTo water.I lean forwardTo catchThe scent of your hair –All I smell is heather.I touch your handAnd all I feel is earth and stones.There is nothing leftBut the hillside’s breastYour flesh and bonesHave vanished.
— Jay Woodman
With the smell so close, the ocean came into view only a few moments later, sometimes peeking between old brick buildings with bright blue eyes, other times peering for a lingering moment like long lost relatives seeing one another for the first time.
— Shannon A. Thompson, 2013: A Stellar Collection
Pour, varlet, pour the waterThe water steaming hot!A spoonful for each man of usAnother for the pot!
— Thomas Babington Macaulay
Black met black on the distant horizon, the stars alone distinguishing sky from lake. On the sand below, Silver Beach glittered at the water's edge while on the north side of the river the lighthouse's beacon signaled safe harbor.
— Erin Farwell, Shadowlands
When I am with you, even the water makes me drank
— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
That's not water. That's socialism juice. We should bomb Lake Erie.
— Bill Maher
Water is happy when it falls
—  water is happy when it rises! We call this as wisdom!
Water flows, but never changes. It's always H2O.
— Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land
Water enters the dark sewer grates with no fear
—  it travels everywhere
When the water is very calm and very beautiful, it won’t take a long time that a thick head will throw a stone in it!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
There was water and waves all around. They ran towered the shore, and made way for the boat as it ran through. At the back of the boat, water squirted out and some of it was white.It was magical.
— Jesse Haubert, A Stranger In Everyone
Feeling a little grumpy, Melvin decided he would no longer take a bath ever again. Therefore, with that in mind, he marched off into the woods.
— Cindy Fisk, Melvin Pickles
Water will, increasingly, be detained, stored and then recycled or infiltrated in gardens.
— Tom  Turner, British Gardens: History, Philosophy and Design
Kevin watched the water move down the creek. He didn’t know where it was going but he assumed that it was to a lake. It seemed to be in a hurry, so he hoped that it would get there soon.
— Jesse Haubert
It's only water," she said."Tell that to a drowning man," Giddon said.
— Kristin Cashore, Graceling
I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death. 
— Dark Jar Tin Zoo, Love Quotes for the Ages. Specifically Ages 19-91.
People ask: Why should I care about the ocean? Because the ocean is the cornerstone of earth's life support system, it shapes climate and weather. It holds most of life on earth. 97% of earth's water is there. It's the blue heart of the planet — we should take care of our heart. It's what makes life possible for us. We still have a really good chance to make things better than they are. They won't get better unless we take the action and inspire others to do the same thing. No one is without power. Everybody has the capacity to do something.
— Sylvia A. Earle
For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.
— Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.
— David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near onto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Both the teardrop and the tempest are made of water, making it the most yielding and most destructive force on Earth.
— Fiona Paul, Venom
It is impossible to express the experiences you have below the surface with words, when water gently caresses your face and body, the pulse decreases and your brain relaxes. You are immediately cut off from the stress and hustle of everyday life when you are below the surface – there are no noisy telephones or SMS messages, no inboxes full of mail, no electrical bills, or other trivialities of everyday life taking up time and energy. There is nothing connecting you to the surface but the same withheld breath that connects you to life. There is only you and a growing pressure on your chest that feels like a loving hug and the vibrations from the deep quiet tone of the sea. It is quite possible that this deep quiet tone is none other than the mantra Om, the sound of the universe, trickling life into every cell of your body.
— Stig Åvall Severinsen, Breatheology
Water - a thoroughly underrated drink.
— Wayne Gerard Trotman
A mile below the lowest cloud, rock breaches water and the sea begins.It has been given many names. Each inlet and bay and stream has been classified as if it were discrete. But it is one thing, where borders are absurd. It fills the space between stones and sand, curling around coastlines and filling trenches between the continents.
— China Miéville, The Scar
No one can know the infinite importance of a tiny drop of water better than a thirsty bird or a little ant or a man of desert!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
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— Ally Condie, Reached
In the river swam the gleaming fish, which were meant for water, just as humankind is meant for love.
— David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness
If truth prevails, the contributions of a courageous physician and a brilliant engineer to the conquest of waterborne disease will still be remembered in another hundred years.
— Michael J. McGuire, The Chlorine Revolution: Water Disinfection and the Fight to Save Lives
There can be no doubt that the development of a practical method of water disinfection during the last two years marks an epoch in the art of water purification.
— Charles-Edward A. Winslow
I’m driving,” Louis-Cesare said, sliding into the low seat as easily as if he’d done it a hundred times. “You’re drunk.”I wished. “I had all of two beers, mostly for the water content.”“If you needed water, why didn’t you drink water?”“I don’t like water.
— Karen Chance, Midnight's Daughter
Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want,pooled in the shape of a girl.
— Ally Condie, Matched
There is such solace in the mere sight of water. It clothes us delicately in its blowing salt and scent, gossamer items that medicate the poor soul
— Sebastian Barry, On Canaan's Side
Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.
— Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
When you drop a pebble into a pond, ripples spread out, changing all the water in the pool. The ripples hit the shore and rebound, bumping into one another, breaking each other apart. In some small way, the pond is never the same again.
— Neal Shusterman, Dread Locks
Please stop shaking your rain water in my direction. What next? Are you going to come over here, cock your leg and urinate upon my person?
— Stephen J. Day, Horizontal - The Recumbent Adventures of Philias Switchmoat
She poured us some more Scotch. It didn't seem to affect her any more than water affects Boulder Dam.
— Raymond Chandler
The return of the rain, beating out time on London's rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard whilst others ran screaming for cover in doorways because water from the heavens is holy and melts the undead.
— Stephen J. Day, Horizontal - The Recumbent Adventures of Philias Switchmoat
I find my data first in myself, not first in the poets. For if I did not find it in myself, I would not be able to find it in the poets.
— Peter Kreeft, The Sea Within: Waves and the Meaning of All Things
When skies above were not yet namedNor earth below pronounced by nameThere was water...
— Carol K. Mack, A Field Guide to Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels and Other Subversive Spirits
Falling seemed to take forever as the water slowly rose to meet me. The dome of city hall continued to gleam in the distance, with its golden reflection extending to the river water. Strange that I hadn't seen that before.
— Patricia Mason, The Banshee and the Linebacker
We were just us, broken and bruised, fucked-up and messy, and together we were everything we never thought we could be.
— T.M. Frazier, The Dark Light of Day
I fell asleep that night in the arms of a killer. I'd never slept better.
— T.M. Frazier, The Dark Light of Day
Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off my glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. " I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no."  "I didn't say anything."  He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he'd tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. " I heard it loud and clear.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.
— T.M. Frazier, The Dark Light of Day
In a typical college romance novel, he'd be a gorgeous but troubled sex god who'd cure all my deep-seated psych issues with a good hard fuck. I'd smell his misogyny and abusive tendencies from miles off but my brain would turn to hormone soup because abs. That's the formula. Broken girl + bad boy = sexual healing. All you need to fix that tragic past is a six-pack. More problems? Add abs.It's Magic Dick Lit.
— Leah Raeder, Black Iris
I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.
— Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar
Sick, twisted Abby was in love with the sick, twisted, beautiful Jake.
— T.M. Frazier, The Dark Light of Day
I believe there are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who do everything right, expecting the perfect outcome every time, and those who know better.
— Faith Sullivan, Take Me Now
It had always been Roth; from the moment he swaggered into that d- alley, where I'd been unsuccessfully fighting off a demon, it had been him for me. Maybe I'd been too blind to see that after he returned from the pits. Maybe I had been too angry with him after the way he initially acted.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Every Last Breath
The way to Braden's heart is through his dick. It's just wrapped up in latex and usually between some girl's legs.
— Emma  Hart, The Love Game
Eventually the real world intruded again, and Sophie had to return to campus—woefully behind on homework, but incandescently in love.
— Molly Ringle, Persephone's Orchard
The nerves, the anxiety, the pressure, it's all gone. Being in his arms took it all away.
— Faith Sullivan, Unexpected
I’ve been chasing you since before I knew what chasing a girl meant.
— Cristin Harber, Sweet Girl
That tonight you’re falling asleep in my arms. Waking up the same place too.
— Cristin Harber, Sweet Girl
They were stuck in a moment that wouldn’t quit.
— Cristin Harber, Sweet Girl
Nicola would have to speak up, Jacob would have to shut up, and he would have to man up.
— Cristin Harber, Sweet Girl
It is obvious that you like to be in control of things. With this girl, you lose control. You despise that, especially since she is younger.- Maria Delgado
— AlTonya Washington, Secrets In Love
I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.
— Penelope Douglas, Punk 57
He's a reminder of what I want to feel everyday, whether it's with him or on my own. He's taught me that who I am when I'm with him feels too good to sacrifice for the approval of everyone else. The way I dress, the guys I talk to, the games I play... it's all plastic, and when I'm with him, I'm gold.
— Penelope Douglas, Punk 57
I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.
— Penelope Douglas, Punk 57