#water

Take to every Gallon of Honey, three Gallons of water, and put them both together, and set them over so soft a fire, that you may endure to melt and break the honey with your hands. ↗

— Kenelm Digby

#break #endure #every #fire #gallon

It is by teaching that we teach ourselves, by relating that we observe, by affirming that we examine, by showing that we look, by writing that we think, by pumping that we draw water into the well. ↗

— Henri Frederic Amiel

#affirming #draw #examine #into #look

You can lead a horse to water, but a pencil must be led. ↗

— Stan Laurel

#lead #led #must #pencil #water

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. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#letter #resistance #river #water #experience

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. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#water #change

Age is terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back ↗

— Sara Gruen

#age

The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#music

… the river sliding along its banks, darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed, the night to come. — Excerpt from the poem “The Mercy ↗

— Philip Levine

#diamonds #rivers #stars #water #change

When you drop a pebble into a pond, ripples spread out, changing all the water in the pool. The ripples hit the shore and rebound, bumping into one another, breaking each other apart. In some small way, the pond is never the same again. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#change

I nodded, pretending to be a hundred times more courageous than I felt. But that was the thing about courage. Sometimes you had to fake it to feel it. ↗

— Lisa Tawn Bergren

#lisa-bergren #waterfall #courage