Water Is Life Quotes

It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so many things.

Life is water, dancing to the tune of solids.

Water is life is love is life is water.

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.

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

Water is our most precious and interconnected natural resource. It sustains all ecosystems, communities, and economies from local watersheds to the seas. It's vital to sustaining our health, safety, and the environments in which we live and work. Simply put, water is life.

You don't miss your water 'Till your well runs dry.

When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.

The health of our waters is the principle measure of how we live on the land.

If you gave me several million years, there would be nothing that did not grow in beauty if it were surrounded by water.

Water is life. We are the people who live by the water. Pray by these waters. Travel by the waters. Eat and drink from these waters. We are related to those who live in the water. To poison the waters is to show disrespect for creation. To honor and protect the waters is our responsibility as people of the land.

We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.

Water is the most critical resource issue of our lifetime and our children's lifetime. The health of our waters is the principal measure of how we live on the land.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

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.

Can we afford clean water? Can we afford rivers and lakes and streams and oceans which continue to make possible life on this planet? Can we afford life itself? Those questions were never asked as we destroyed the waters of our nation, and they deserve no answers as we finally move to restore and renew them. These questions answer themselves.

Water is life's matter and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water.

Water, the Hub of Life. Water is its mater and matrix, mother and medium. Water is the most extraordinary substance! Practically all its properties are anomolous, which enabled life to use it as building material for its machinery. Life is water dancing to the tune of solids.

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.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

Ignorance and error are necessary to life, like bread and 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.

To trace the history of a river . . . is to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body.

We let a river shower its banks with a spirit that invades the people living there, and we protect that river, knowing that without its blessings the people have no source of soul.

To put your hands in a river is to feel the chords that bind the earth together.

A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.

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.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.

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.

A fish swims in the ocean, and no matter how far it swims there is no end to the water. A bird flies in the sky, and no matter how far it flies there is no end to the air. However the fish and the bird have never left their elements. Thus each of them totally covers its full range, and each of them totally experiences its realm... Know that water is life and air is life. The bird is life and the fish is life. Life must be the bird and life must be the fish... practice, enlightenment and people are like this.

Anything else you're interested in is not going to happen if you can't breathe the air and drink the water. Don't sit this one out. Do something. You are by accident of fate alive at an absolutely critical moment in the history of our planet.

I understood when I was just a child that without water, everything dies. I didn't understand until much later that no one "owns" water. It might rise on your property, but it just passes through. You can use it, and abuse it, but it is not yours to own. It is part of the global commons, not "property" but part of our life support system.