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“The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes
are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn't actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn't get smallpox.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“If we come from the water, I conclude that we come from different kinds of it. I will meet a person and in his eyes see an ocean, deep and never ending; then I will meet another person and feel as though I have stepped into a shallow puddle on the street, there is nothing in it. Or maybe some of us come from the water, and some of us come from somewhere else; then it's all a matter of finding those who are the same as us.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.”
― William Butler Yeats

“In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable business鈥攁nd I wanted to try to reflect that.”
― John Green

“Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Those who have never known pain or adversity are as shallow as the waves lapping on the shore."

"And what is wrong with being shallow?" I'd asked him.

"What lies beneath the surface of shallow waters? Nothing. It's only when you go deeper that the ocean comes alive. The deeper you go, the more mysteries and surprises await.”
― Mara Rutherford, Crown of Coral and Pearl

“My Floating Sea"

"Pastel colors reflect in my opening eyes and draw my gaze to a horizon where the waters both begin and end. This early in the day I can easily stare without blinking. The pale sea appears calm, but it is stormy just as often. I awe at the grandeur, how it expands beyond my sight to immeasurable depths. In every direction that I twist my neck, a beauteous blue is there to console me.

Flowing, floating ribbons of mist form on these pale waters. In harmony they pirouette, creating a stretch of attractive, soft swirls. Swoosh! The wind, its strength in eddies and twisters, smears the art of dancing clouds, and the white disperses like startled fairies fleeing into the forest. Suddenly all is brilliant blue.

The waters calm and clear. It warms me. Pleases me. Forces my eyes to close at such vast radiance. My day is spent surrounded by this ethereal sea, but soon enough the light in its belly subsides. Rich colors draw my gaze to the opposite horizon where the waters both begin and end. I watch the colors bleed and deepen. They fade into black.

Yawning, I cast my eyes at tiny gleams of life that drift within the darkened waters. I extend my reach as if I could will my arm to stretch the expanse between me and eons. How I would love to brush a finger over a ray of living light, but I know I cannot.

Distance deceives me.

These little breathing lights floating in blackness would truly reduce me to the tiniest size, like a mountain stands majestic over a single wild flower. I am overwhelmed by it all and stare up, in love with the floating sea above my head.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“With his release imminent, Knight seems more unsettled than ever. He scratches furiously at his knees. Jail, he's realized, might not be all bad. There's routine and order in jail, and he's able to click into a survival mode that is not too dissimilar, in terms of steeliness of mental state, to the one he'd perfected during winters in the woods. "I'm surrounded in here by less than desirable people," he says, "but at least I wasn't thrown into the waters of society and expected to swim.”
― Michael Finkel, The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit

“Deep

You, you鈥檙e deep water
And I鈥檓 scared because I can鈥檛 defaulter
I don鈥檛 know how to swim,
So, if I jump in,

I鈥檒l be consumed by your waves.
I鈥檒l try to keep my head above the rage.
But you鈥檒l just swallow up my whole.
My entire being will be controlled.

If I were to dive,
I could no longer thrive.
You would consume my being;
Leaving me breathless, not breathing.

Is there a medium I can prescribe?
That would allow me to disguise
The fear I gather in my bones.
I just can鈥檛 swim in the water of morone.

Do you possess a life support
To hold me up? My last resort.
If I jump in, I鈥檒l drown in bends.
Your love is suffocating, nothing can amend.

November 20, 2011”
― Rachel Nicole Wagner, Yesterday's Coffee

“Like water, life is precious, but most people, through their lack of empathy, prefer to waste it.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“God is the fountain of all living waters.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“In nature, water plays the role of a mirror.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“This ancient city is made of stone and stone walls that have not fallen yet. Like paradise it is bounded by rivers, and contains fabulous beasts. Most of them have heads. If you drink from the wells, and there are many, you might live forever, but there is no guarantee you will live forever as you are. You might mutate.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

“God is the ROCK of all ages.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“There is nothing at any of our beaches at all comparable with the tremendous surf we saw at San Jose. Huge waves, mountains high, white and foaming, broke on the beach with a deafening roar and such awful power and fury as to make one shrink from the thought of launching upon its waters”
― Helen Josephine Sanborn, A Winter in Central America and Mexico.

“she flows down from the sky
and comes out of the ground
in a wild and innocent spring,
unspoiled,
which bubbles and babbles
and gathers into a creek,
to flow through the forest,
unspoiled,
dancing in twist after turn,
falling down rock walls
and catching her breath
in aquamarine pools below,
playing with reflections of all the trees,
flowing on and on and on,
unspoiled,
across, over, between, and down
rocks, roots, and pine needles,
as she nourishes everything
around her she touches
with her love,
unspoiled...
鈥� bodhinku, the waters unspoiled”
― Bodhi Smith

“There's a saying: those who do not swim
deep in the waters from which they came
cannot arrive in the oceans they hope to go.
My parents began an ocean away
and arrived in a land of lakes and snow.
I've been back to their waters (is it mine, too?)
but, wasn't a good swimmer.
Everyone spoke underwater; I could only
hold my breath to listen for so long.
I did learn the water carries its own song.”
― Michelle Pe帽aloza, Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire

“The world is in waters.”
― VKBoy, Shambala Sect

“Tears are the only waters strong enough to carry the immensity of love.”
― Chris Ernest Nelson

“No waters can rise so high that God doesn鈥檛 have a boat for it.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The world is in waters.”
― Lirzod Basha, Shambala Sect

“Like water, every moment is precious.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“When you struggle to sail through the waters, have faith and watch God rescue you to a safe place.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, The Essence of Faith: Daily Inspirational Quotes

“It is against the law of Pineapples for humans to drink water after eating them.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“The waters rose, and for some, they drowned.”
― Steven Magee

“Everyone wants to drink water until they start drowning in it.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Anchor yourself, flows aren't always visible.”
― Goitsemang Mvula

“Music relaxes our mind, just as water quenches our thirst.”
― John Joclebs Bassey, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“The man swallows the water, and the water swallows the man.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“And the riverbank talks of the waters of March / It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart."

--- From "Waters of March" by Antonio Carlos Jobim”
― Sarah Jio, The Violets of March