Thich Nhat Hanh Quotes

It's the water. Everything is driven by the water.

Water is the grand epic of creation; and there is not a human soul but feels the influence of its majesty, its power, or its beauty.

Water, that wonderful, flowing medium, the luck of the planet - which would serve humankind in so many ways, and which would give our planet a special character.

Water is life is love is life is water.

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.

All is born of water; all is sustained by water.

The Waters are Nature's storehouse in which she locks up her wonders.

Water is everywhere and in all living things; we cannot be seperated from water. No water, no life. Period. Water comes in many forms - liquid, vapor, ice, snow, fog, rain, hail. But no matter the form, it's still water.

Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

Water is the life-giver and the death-bringer.

We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.

Without rain, there is no life.

Water is the driving force of all nature.

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

Well, all life forms are dependent upon water.

We must treat water as if it were the most precious thing in the world, the most valuable natural resource. Be economical with water! Don't waste it! We still have time to do something about this problem before it is too late…. The shortage of fresh water is the major ecological problem of this moment.

Wherever you disrupt water from its natural cycle, there's always a winner and a loser. Whoever is the one it's directed towards is the winner, and whoever loses that water is the loser.

Water is the foundation for our economies, communities, ecosystems, and quality of life.

Being near a water source can determine lives, livelihoods and prosperity.

Water is the best of all things.

From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For awhile till it sleeps In its own little Lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds And away it proceeds, Through meadow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Among crags in its flurry, Helter-skelter, Hurry-scurry.

The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.

To one man a stream is so much water-power, to another a rendezvous for lovers.

All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.

Treating 'water' as a name of a single scattered object is not intended to enable us to dispense with general terms and plurality of reference. Scatter is in fact an inconsequential detail.