Quotes on Water Fountain

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.

Don't you realize that the sea is the home of water? All water is off on a journey unless it's in the sea, and it's homesick, and bound to make its way home someday.

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.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Michelle Alexander's brave and bold new book paints a haunting picture in which dreary felon garb, post-prison joblessness, and loss of voting rights now do the stigmatizing work once done by colored-only water fountains and legally segregated schools. With dazzling candor, Alexander argues that we all pay the cost of the new Jim Crow.

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

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

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

Parents wonder why the streams are bitter, when they themselves have poisoned the fountain.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.