Quotes on Water Resources

Man is a complex being: he makes deserts bloom - and lakes die.

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.

A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.

We think of our land and water and human resources not as static and sterile possessions but as life giving assets to be directed by wise provisions for future days.

Water is the best of all things.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

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.

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.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

Dripping water hollows out a stone

Fierce national competition over water resources has prompted fears that water issues contain the seeds of violent conflict.

Water is the soul of the Earth.

In time and with water, everything changes.

Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go.

Water, like religion and ideology, has the power to move millions of people. Since the very birth of human civilization, people have moved to settle close to it. People move when there is too little of it. People move when there is too much of it. People journey down it. People write, sing and dance about it. People fight over it. And all people, everywhere and every day, need it.

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.

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