Quotes on Rivers And Water

In the world there is nothing more submissive and weak than water. Yet for attacking that which is hard and strong nothing can surpass it.

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.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

. . . 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.

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.

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.

I see an America whose rivers and valleys and lakes hills and streams and plains the mountains over our land and nature's wealth deep under the earth are protected as the rightful heritage of all the people.

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.

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

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.

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

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.

The trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

Water is the one substance from which the earth can conceal nothing; it sucks out its innermost secrets and brings them to our very lips.

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 sun shines not on us but in us.