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Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that are gods.
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dogs
religion
god
shelter
atheism
cats
water
food
pets
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Christopher Hitchens |
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Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
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nature
emotion
sadness
growing
trees
flowers
sunlight
emotions
tears
water
fruit
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Brian Jacques |
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Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
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patient
water
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Margaret Atwood |
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Anger is like flowing water; there's nothing wrong with it as long as you let it flow. Hate is like stagnant water; anger that you denied yourself the freedom to feel, the freedom to flow; water that you gathered in one place and left to forget. Stagnant water becomes dirty, stinky, disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that is your hate. On flowing water travels little paper boats; paper boats of forgiveness. Allow yourself to feel anger, allow your waters to flow, along with all the paper boats of forgiveness. Be human.
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hate
humanism
human
humanity
inspirational-attitude
inspirational-life
inspirational-quotes
inspiring
inspirational
anger
forgiveness
water
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C. JoyBell C. |
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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.
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words
time
river
water
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Norman Maclean |
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She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
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sea
water
faery
ocean
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Holly Black |
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Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
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time
nature
beauty
science
inspirational
clouds
grass
rest
idleness
trees
sky
water
summer
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John Lubbock |
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It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so many things.
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water
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Nicholas Sparks |
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"Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future."
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time
water
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Hermann Hesse |
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It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Iluvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.
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sea
water
ocean
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.
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human-rights
righteousness
america
freedom
inspirational
stream
peace
justice
water
pride
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Martin Luther King Jr. |
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Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.
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water
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William Shakespeare |
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They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.
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unity
life
siddhartha
hesse
being
water
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Hermann Hesse |
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Always be like a water. Float in the times of pain or dance like waves along the wind which touches its surface.
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happiness
inspirational
water
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Santosh Kalwar |
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"...I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky." (p.275)"
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fish
sky
teacher
water
learn
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Mark Nepo |
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"Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
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sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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"It's unpleasantly like being drunk." "What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "You ask a glass of water." --
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puns
water
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Douglas Adams |
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Therefore, just as water retains no constant shape, so in warfare there are no constant conditions.
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war
constant
shape
water
strategy
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Sun Tzu |
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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.
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relfection
sentient-being
sentient-beings
tropic-of-cancer
henry-miller
forgotten
water
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Henry Miller |
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Dip him in the river who loves water.
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water
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William Blake |
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It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale. So many things have been shown so to me on these banks, so much light has illumined me by reflection here where the water comes down, that I can hardly believe that this grace never flags, that the pouring from ever-renewable sources is endless, impartial, and free.
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nature
inspiration
exhilaration
grace
water
mysticism
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Annie Dillard |
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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
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sorrow
tears
water
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William Shakespeare |
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If gold has been prized because it is the most inert element, changeless and incorruptible, water is prized for the opposite reason -- its fluidity, mobility, changeability that make it a necessity and a metaphor for life itself. To value gold over water is to value economy over ecology, that which can be locked up over that which connects all things.
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gold
water
values
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Rebecca Solnit |
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"There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach
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|
sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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Never Forget Who You Are Beacause Its Like Forgetingg Water Is Wet,The Sun Is Bright,Snow Is Cold.Its Rudunent.
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because
forgeting
its
rudunent
wet
bright
who
is
the
you
never
sun
water
cold
like
forget
snow
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Andrew Fukuda |
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She found out that having something to do prevented you from feeling seasick, and that even a job like scrubbing a deck could be satisfying, if it was done in a seamanlike way. She was very taken with this notion, and later on she folded the blankets on her bunk in a seamanlike way, and put her possessions in the closet in a seamanlike way, and used 'stow' instead of 'tidy' for the process of doing so. After two days at sea, Lyra decided that this was the life for her.
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|
sailing
seafaring
sail
ship
sea
water
pirates
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Philip Pullman |
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"Let's swim to the moon Let's climb through the tide
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song
moon
tides
water
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Jim Morrison |
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"Jackson asked, "Where'd the water come from in your house?" "A pipe." Then he explained to Jackson, "Water travels in pipes."
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|
funny
flooding
poison-princess
kresley-cole
matthew
evie
jackson
water
jack
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Kresley Cole |
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He was going to take a dive into this lake. He just didn't know it. Cerise rose, finding footing in the soft mud. The water came up to just below her breasts and her wet shirt stuck to her body. William's gaze snagged on her chest. Yep, keep looking, Lord Bill. Keeeeeep looking.
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swimming
water
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Ilona Andrews |
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Although the surface of our planet is two-thirds water, we call it the Earth. We say we are earthlings, not waterlings. Our blood is closer to seawater than our bones to soil, but that's no matter. The sea is the cradle we all rocked out of, but it's to dust that we go. From the time that water invented us, we began to seek out dirt. The further we separate ourselves from the dirt, the further we separate ourselves from ourselves. Alienation is a disease of the unsoiled.
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|
earth
another-roadside-attraction
tom-robbins
soil
dirt
amanda
water
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Tom Robbins |
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Being all alone is like the feeling you get when you stand at the mouth of a large river on a rainy evening and watch the water flow into the sea. Have you ever done that? Stand at the mouth of a large river and watch the water flow into the sea?
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loneliness
rain
river
sea
water
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Haruki Murakami |
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"Geography is the key, the crucial accident of birth. A piece of protein could be a snail, a sea lion, or a systems analyst, but it had to start somewhere. This is not science; it is merely metaphor. And the landscape in which the protein "starts" shapes its end as surely as bowls shape water."
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|
metaphor
science
sea-lion
snail
systems-analyst
water
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Annie Dillard |
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Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on the highway, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there.
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highway
santa-fe
trains
water
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Truman Capote |
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At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.
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nature
waves
sun
water
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David Mitchell |
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"I wish I hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. "I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer today."
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|
irony
ironic-death
drowning
wonderland
crying
tears
water
|
Lewis Carroll |
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Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.
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|
forgot
holes
sun
shadows
water
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Markus Zusak |
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|
In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities. There is magic in this moist world, in how the mind lets go, slips into sleepy water, circles and nuzzles the banks of palmetto and wild iris, how it seeps across dreams, smears them into the upright world, rots the wood of treasure chests, welcomes the body home.
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|
mind
magic
dream
circle
palmetto
meditation
self
iris
perception
water
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Barbara Hurd |
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"History doesn't start with a tall building
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sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
|
Nathan Reese Maher |
961d9e8
|
When a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.
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stone
water
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Arthur Golden |
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In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.
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|
travel
ship
water
|
Joseph Conrad |
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Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.
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water
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Dodie Smith |
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Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs--commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there. Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?--Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster--tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here? But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand--miles of them--leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues--north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither? Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries--stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.
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whale
first-lines
water
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Herman Melville |
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On the sea he wished to meet it, if meet it he must. He was not sure why this was, yet he had a terror of meeting the thing again on dry land. Out of the sea there rise storms and monsters, but no evil powers: evil is of earth. And there is no sea, no running of river or spring, in the dark land where once Ged had gone. Death is the dry place.
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|
death
earthsea
land
sea
water
evil
|
Ursula K. Le Guin |
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He built up a situation that was far enough from the truth. It never occurred to him that Helen was to blame. He forgot the intensity of their talk, the charm that had been lent him by sincerity, the magic of Oniton under darkness and of the whispering river. Helen loved the absolute. Leonard had been ruined absolutely, and had appeared to her as a man apart, isolated from the world. A real man, who cared for adventure and beauty, who desired to live decently and pay his way, who could have travelled more gloriously through life than the Juggernaut car that was crushing him.
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|
ruination
river
intensity
water
misunderstanding
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E.M. Forster |
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|
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.
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water
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Sylvia Plath |
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|
"She leaves my side and heads deeper into
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sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
|
Nathan Reese Maher |
4b1cc7c
|
There are always waves on the water. Sometimes they are big, sometimes they are small, and sometimes they are almost imperceptible. The water's waves are churned up by the winds, which come and go and vary in direction and intensity, just as do the winds of stress and change in our lives, which stir up the waves in our minds.
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|
mind
churned-up
waves
mindfulness
wind
meditation
stress
water
|
Jon Kabat-Zinn |
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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.
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|
sacred-space
water
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Hesiod |
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The man I am writing about is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water.
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|
meaning
life
razor-s-edge
ripple
river
lake
stone
surface
water
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W. Somerset Maugham |
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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?
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old-growing
season
gold
child
water
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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|
Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.
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water
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Terry Tempest Williams |
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|
Imagine trying to live in a world dominated by dihydrogen oxide, a compound that has no taste or smell and is so variable in its properties that it is generally benign but at other times swiftly lethal. Depending on its state, it can scald you or freeze you. In the presence of certain organic molecules it can form carbonic acids so nasty that they can strip the leaves from trees and eat the faces off statuary. In bulk, when agitated, it can strike with a fury that no human edifice could withstand. Even for those who have learned to live with it, it is an often murderous substance. We call it water.
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|
humor
water
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Bill Bryson |
0c4c8aa
|
love like water, searching for the sea. Love like Time, searching for meaning. Love like all that was, and ever will be.
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|
romence
sea
water
ocean
|
Gregory David Roberts |
4c8d46b
|
"That's a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say, 'I'm going to fly in my Model-A1'.
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sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
|
Nathan Reese Maher |
fab681e
|
Lords of fire and earth and water, Lords of moon and wind and sky, Come now to the Old Man's daughter, Come from fathers long gone by. Bring blue from a distance eye. Lords of water, earth, and fire, Lords of wind and snow and rain, Give to my heart's desire. Life as all life comes with pain, But blue will come to us again.
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|
earth
pain
rain
heart
moon
sky-life
eye
lords
wind
fire
water
desire
snow
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
835f7a8
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"So never give in," continued the girl, and restated again and again the vague yet convincing plea that the Invisible lodges against the Visible. Her excitement grew as she tried to cut the rope that fastened Leonard to the earth. Woven of bitter experience, it resisted her. Presently the waitress entered and gave her a letter from Margaret. Another note, addressed to Leonard, was inside. They read them, listening to the murmurings of the river."
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|
letter
river
water
resistance
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E.M. Forster |
2d32647
|
Beneath the water, I can know her. She was fierce, uncompromising. When she loved, she loved deeply, passionately. She loved the blue-eyed water god. She owned him. His heart. But then she felt betrayal, she hated, and she was feared. Hate gave her power.
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love
water
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Rachel Cohn |
451a9a4
|
"Move slowly and the day of your revenge will come," Tuek said. "Speed is a device of Shaitan. Cool your sorrow-we've the diversions for it; three things there are that ease the heart-water, green grass, and the beauty of woman."
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|
revenge
woman
sorrow
heart
device
green-grass
shaitan
diversions
speed
water
|
Frank Herbert |
33eb27d
|
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.
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|
poets
poetry
philosophy
peter-kreeft
sea
water
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Peter Kreeft |
92e7607
|
She could not have asked for a more perfect day. The sun was shining, the humidity was low. There was a slight breeze. The water was a silvery blue. It was a bright, beautiful, early, autumn day. Perfect.
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|
bay
breeze
waves
blue
fall
sun
water
ocean
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Sharon Brubaker |
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|
With ceremony, with forms of politeness and reassurance, they borrowed the waters of the River and its little confluents to drink and be clean and irrigate with, using water mindfully, carefully. They lived in a land that answers greed with drought and death. A difficult land: aloof yet sensitive.
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|
greed
environmental-conservation
ursula-k-le-guin
water
|
Ursula K. Le Guin |
1adb6c9
|
People never like pollution, it has become very wrong to like pollution at all. But just like there are good and bad things about people, there are good and bad things about pollution. If people were pollution we would get rid of anyone who was different, anyone who was considered an inconvenience... but we'd be getting rid of a life, a lot of lives... because we didn't like them. If pollution was a person would we still be trying to get rid of it? Would we have environmentalists still complaining and protesting and trying to get rid of all pollution?
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|
earth
people
human
death
hope
life
hippie
litter
plants
smog
environmentalism
garbage
environment
canada
pollution
animals
help
scary
water
dangerous
mental-illness
evil
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Rebecca McNutt |
d27a018
|
... you know that soft is stronger than hard, water stronger than rocks, love stronger than force.
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|
persistence
strength
water
patience
|
Hermann Hesse |
7e1ffce
|
Illness and death are not the only consequences of the lack of access to water; it also hinders education and economic development. Widespread illness makes countries less productive, more dependent on outside aid, and less able to lift themselves out of poverty. According to the United Nations, one of the main reasons girls do not go to school in sub-Saharan Africa is that they have to spend so much time fetching water from distant wells and carrying it home.
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third-world
water
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Tom Standage |
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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.
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canadian
water
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Douglas Coupland |
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And what lights the sun? Its own fire. And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning. The river bobbled him along gently. Burning. The sun and every clock on the earth. It all came together and became a single thing in his mind. After a long time of floating on the land and a short time of floating in the river he knew why he must never burn again in his life.
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time
epiphany
sun
fire
water
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Ray Bradbury |
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Good food, fresh water, and an occasional sweet and someone to care for. That's what everyone should have. A simplistic and unrealistic view I knew, but it soothed me.
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love
kiki
minimalism-essentials
sweets
yelena-zaltana
water
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Maria V. Snyder |
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If I look closely, I can almost see myself floating in my mother's palm. Yet, when I shut my eyes, I find a different image of my mother releasing me as we dance in the storm and twirl in separate circles that cause the water to ripple from us in widening rings which merge in one ebbing bracelet of waves where the borders of the quarry meet the water, far from the center where my mother and I continue to spin our bodies in the radiant sheen of lightning.
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mother-s-palm
quarry
spin
twirl
lightning
floating
mothers-and-daughters
mother
water
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Ursula Hegi |
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The earth had granted me a lifeline, by letting me siphon off some of the water that was on its way somewhere else. Because of me, there would be less water flowing into the Chattahoochee River: less for the speckled trout, less for the wood ducks, less for the mountain laurel that drop their white petals into the river every fall. There would be more water flowing into my septic tank, laced with laundry detergent, dish soap, and human waste. At that moment of high awareness, I promised the land that I would go easy on the water. I would remember where it came from. I would remain grateful for the sacrifice.
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natural-resources
water
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Barbara Brown Taylor |
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A letter from a French cleric to Nicholas of St. Albans, written c. 1178, rehearsed what was already a familiar perception: Your island is surrounded by water, and not unnaturally its inhabitants are affected by the nature of the element in which they live. Unsubstantial fantasies slide easily into their minds. They think their dreams to be visions, and their visions to be divine. We cannot blame them, for such is the nature of their land. I have often noticed that the English are greater dreams than the French.
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imagination
island
water
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Peter Ackroyd |
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"Once he left the Haywood out for her with a page number on a scrap of paper, and she opened the book to recipes for "Distillation." Jess laughed at the page George had found for her. There, between instructions to make rose water and clove water, were instructions "to make jessamine water: Take eight ounces of the jessamine flowers, clean picked from their stalks, three quarts of spirit of wine, and two quarts of water: put the whole into an alembic, and draw off three quarts. Then take a pound of sugar dissolved in two quarts of water, and mix it with the distilled liquor." George left no comment on the recipe, but she read, and read it over, aware that he was thinking of her."
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jess-and-george
jessamine
recipe
ingredients
water
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Allegra Goodman |
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"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."
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sound
water
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Beth Revis |
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Greeting cards routinely tell us that everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all of the time.
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poverty
love
water
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Zadie Smith |
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"I'm all dressed in my new clothes," Luis's proud but muffled voice comes through the pillow. "The won't be able to resist this Latino stud." "Good for you," I mumble. "Mama said I should pour this pitcher of water on you if you don't get up." Was privacy too much to ask for? I take my pillow and chuck it across the room. It's a direct hit. The water splashes all over him. " " he screams at me. "These are the only new clothes I got." --
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latino-stud
luis-fuentes
get-up
new-clothes
water
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Simone Elkeles |
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Her eyes met his. Garner started, feeling the implosion like a silent lightning bolt all through him. Those eyes, as green as river moss, watched him just above the surface of the water. Her pale hair floated all around her like the petals of some extravagant flower. In the next moment he caught his breath. It was not, could not possibly be Damaris, silent as a wild thing, her nose under water, and from what he could see, naked as an eel. A river creature, he realized, his pulse quickening again. Sunning in the shallows, breathing water like air as she gazed at him. He wondered whether, if he spoke, she would vanish with a twist and a ripple, like a fish. From the short story Knights of the Well
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spirit
wild
water
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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... con tantos encajes pareces una ola y me das el mismo miedo que de nino tuve al mar.
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spanish
love
waves
sea
water
ocean
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Federico García Lorca |
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All things in the world are created for Man, yet all have two purposes. The waters run that we might drink of them, but they are also symbols of the futility of Man. They reflect our lives in rushing beauty, birthed in the purity of the mountains. As babes they babble and run, gushing and growing as they mature into strong young rivers. Then they widen and slow until at last they meander, like old men, to join with the sea. And like the soles of men in the Nethervoid, they mix and mingle until the sun lifts them again as raindrops to fall upon the mountains.
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humanity
life
water
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David Gemmell |
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Vse my iz vody vyshli (Mel'kiades, <>, G.G. Markes)
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вода
рождение
water
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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"Want some?" he asks, pointing to his dinner. Maybe eating will calm my nerves. "What is it?" "Enchiladas. makes kick-ass enchiladas." He stabs a small portion with a fork and holds it out to me. "If you're not used to this kind of spicy food--" "I love spicy," I interrupt, taking it into my mouth. I start chewing, enjoying the blend of flavors. But when I swallow, my tongue slowly catches on fire. Somewhere behind all the fire there's flavor, but the flames are in the way. "Hot," is all I can say as I attempt to swallow. "I told you." Alex holds out the cup he'd been drinking from. "Here, drink. Milk usually does the trick, but I only have water." I grab the cup. The liquid cools my tongue, but when I finish the water it's as if someone stokes it again. "Water . . . ," I say. He fills another cup. "Here, drink more, though I don't think it'll help much. It'll subside soon." Instead of drinking it this time, I stick my tongue in the cold liquid and keep it there. Ahhh . . . "You okay?" "To I wook otay?" I ask. "With your tongue in the water like that, actually, it's erotic. Want another bite?" he asks mischievously, acting like the Alex I know. "Mo mank ooh."
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enchiladas
spicy
brittany-ellis
spicy-food
water
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Simone Elkeles |
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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.
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sperm
water
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Richard Brautigan |