water [Theme] Page 6

- That's what the old sailors call the soul. They believe that our sins are hidden in the depths of our souls, like sunken ships at the bottom of the sea. Dark water is a human soul, and Old Tom hides in it.

I noticed that the others were looking at the scene of the carnage with the same cold interest; when the blood is not yours, it is just like wine or water.

Only later, when the children grew up, she realized that she was still right: if people get used to getting money just like that, if they work only according to their mood, they begin to dismiss the very idea of work. And they are struggling to justify their own laziness. They begin to believe that marital status is something like a natural phenomenon, like water, or air, or clean sheets.

Working without rest.

Immersion in the plot can be compared with the meeting of a person and big water. First you touch the ocean with your toes, then you go into the water knee-deep, to the waist, and at some point the water hides you all.

Life, like water, takes the form that is offered to it. And water is one of the mediums through which light passes, generating a difference in perception, including the finiteness of being.

Evening light... On a patterned tablecloth
Bread is on the table, water in the bucket.
An evening star shines through the window,
And the tree bowed down in a black shadow.
Evening light, evening thought wave...
I take a break from the work of the day.
And I carefully break the fragrant bread,
And around me - prayers silence ...

Involved in its great cosmic cycle!

How I hate water, especially wet!

There is one parable about a naive fish. She swam to the wise fish and said: "How to find what is called the ocean?" “Ocean? she repeated. - You are in it, we live in it! " "It? - the fish was surprised. - This is water! And I want to go to the ocean! "

People will be afraid of fire until they become water.

* here I do not know what to write - I was hung up on the thought that my mother once swam in this very bath, and my grandmother, once a young mother, thought: "Is this water warm enough for a baby?"

I need language to live, I need it like food and water. Lexemes, morphemes, grains of meaning - they saturate me with knowledge and understanding that there are words for everything in the world.

The lake was completely calm, and I wondered what kind of liars they were - the water and the sky. Serene, peaceful, they say, everything is fine again, although in reality nothing will ever be the same.