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The sea is a desert of waves,
A wilderness of water.
Water you dead bastard
Somebody's got to tell all the people to be like the water
You can't see the water until you run into it. A little boy took off running through it. He got all muddy.
In 2009, I began creating 'Waterworks' with the new vernacular coming from the 'Signs of Life' work in Las Vegas.
Wherever I can go, I hit the water, whether it's the ocean, or in L.A. it's Zuma Beach in Malibu; I just hit the water.
It's the board I had a problem with. I could totally handle being in the water and stuff. I came here to do my own stunts. Water! Ocean! Action! Big waves! That water, that water has tamed me. You can feel that the world is connected to it.
I didn't expect the water to be this high
I wanted to twinkle underwater like the lights of the city.
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.
The pale water which goes away along paths of silence.
Water adopts the shape of its receptacle, it is sometimes a trickle and sometimes a wild sea.
Brooke might tell a different story, but I've always loved the water.
Out of dark waters, this.
It's not the sea that drowns you-it's the puddle.
down. Below this the water was
I am haunted by waters.
The world of water has a way of perpetuating myths and shrouding lakes in mystery.
Pools, MapHead knew, were generally green and rock-strewn. He must have heard it wrong. This must be a swimming flume.
The stillness of the water, the horizon framed by other glass towers and miniature boats drifting in the distance.
... Clear pebbles of the rain ...
When I paint, the Sea Roars Others Splash about in the bath
DANCE, WATER DANCE!
I love the sea with its impenetrable fathoms, its wash and undertow, and rasp of shingle sucked anew.
STILL WATER RUNS DEEP
I don't want to live in a world without Augusts Waters
When the waves are crazy, the land is prettier!
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean:
"Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it."
"What's that?" Anna asked.
"Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time.
Few things rivet me like the beauty of moving water.
A life on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep!
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Water is the driving force in nature.
In the stream.- Mighty waters draw much stone and rubble along with them; mighty spirits many stupid and bewildered heads.
Love water, protect it:
I listen to the rainfall,
my words wanna flow!
Droplets run down the wall,
where do they go?
Letters in the raw,
mesh together for the show!
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
The world beyond the water was a blue of green and stone and blue. A moment later Yoshi pushed through, the water pouring down in sheets so smooth it looked like glass, and stepped into the calm [p. 296]
I paint the ocean - I think of its vastness - its power - its wetness.
The water is DEEP AND DARK AND DANGEROUS
There is water at the bottom of the ocean.
Don't think of sea as color. Make it a solid that can support a boat. Think of 'wetness' as color-texture.
Let muddy water stand and it will become clear.
There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.
The Father of Waters again goes unvexed to the sea.
Placid waters hide lethal currents.
Streets full of water. Please Advise.
How beautiful the water is! To me 'tis wondrous fair
No spot can ever lonely be If water sparkle there; It hath a thousand tongues of mirth, Of grandeur, or delight, And every heart is gladder made When water greets the sight.
Water reveals the sounds of the Otherworlds, to those who know how to listen.
The material's out there, a calm lake waiting for us to dive in.
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.
The undersea world surrounding Green Island looks just like a water fairyland.
The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.
Tidal waves surge forward,
And in their wake, Stale water is replenished.
(Haiku from Chapter Thirty, SHADOWWATER)
Clear water sped over rocky clusters whose colors ran from ivories to mossy greens, blues and grays. Though clouds covered the sun, the sway of dappling evergreens gave the water sparkle.
I'm so sick of the water.
Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
your rainbow colors
come out to play when it pours -
chase the gray away
The game is to have them all running about with fire extinguishers when there is a flood, and all crowding to that side of the boat which is already nearly gunwale under.
Flying over New Orleans on our approach, I got it. There was no view of land without water - water in the great looming form of Lake Pontchartrain, water cutting through in tributaries, water flowing beside a long stretch of highway, water just - everywhere.
the coast, irregular
Watercolour is probably the most satisfying of all mediums. Although difficult in the beginning, after practice its mysteries will unfold, providing the utmost pleasure for the dedicated.
The next World War will be over water
Tell me once more about the eternal surf.
The water is still and smooth. Polished glass. Not a ripple of wind disturbs the dark surface. Low-rising mist drifts off liquid mountains floating against a purple-bruised sky. An eager breath shudders past my lips. Soon the sun will break.
I love the sounds and the power of pounding water, whether it is the waves or a waterfall.
I'm working on a film called 'Bonnie.' Bonnie means water. It's in English, and it's dealing with a future world in a megacity - which is what the U.N. says we're going to be - but in this megacity, a city that runs out of water.
I should love to see a ground-glass blue ocean
Rivers of living water are to be poured out over the whole world, to ensure that people, like fishes caught in a net, can be restored to wholeness.
The sea? What's that?
There's something about rushing water that I can watch for hours and feel as if I need to do nothing more. It's alive in a way that's greater than any description of it ...
Water colours are wet colours in water.
Water runneth smoothest where it is deepest.
Rain drips from the sky
I hope it rains forever
If that's what it takes to wash you away from me
And when I'm clean
I'll finally be free.
The ocean is made of drops.
Water is to me, I confess, a phenomenon which continually awakens new feelings of wonder as often as I view it.
Water- the ace of elements. Water dives from the clouds without parachute, wings or safety net. Water runs over the steepest precipice and blinks not a lash. Water is buried and rises again; water walks on fire and fire gets the blisters.
The living water that never runs dry,
The water of life, Lord, the saviour of the world.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.
astonishing splashes of colour
If it feels like your life has become a nasty, brackish puddle of water, never forget that you do possess the power to transform it into a beautiful, rushing stream that will carry you to enlightenment.
the ocean is not blue.
Every drop makes a ripple...
In a hot greenish body of water
slowly slides
A gesture a sigh a moan
will provoke his wild teeth
("Silver Clasp")
That was the river, this is the sea.
Flowing water is at once a picture and a music, which causes to flow at the same time from my brain, like a limpid and murmuring rivulet, sweet thoughts, charming reveries, and melancholy remembrances.
Canoe of reality too close to the white waters of chaos, but they never broke the actual
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
Soft waves broke against the rocks.
Happy in all that ragged, loose collapse of water, the fountain, its effortless descent and flatteries of spray ...
What river can flood over the mountains of your love?
I have never seen a river that I could not love. Moving water ... has a fascinating vitality. It has power and grace and associations. It has a thousand colors and a thousand shapes, yet it follows laws so definite that the tiniest streamlet is an exact replica of a great river.
Rivers spill mysteries into the ocean, and the ocean washes the answer to the shore.
There is something softer than the water: The touch of the love!
When we distributed the paper and crayons, they were fighting over the blue crayon. Everyone wanted to start with the blue, and that was the water. One drawing shows the trees under water. I was really moved.
On the surface of the ocean, men wage war and destroy each other; but down here, just a few feet beneath the surface, there is a calm and peace, unmolested by man
I need to get into the water, to clear my head.
The Waters are Nature's storehouse in which she locks up her wonders..
You know what happens when windmills collapse into the sea? A splash.