Waterfall Quotes

“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, Waterfall

“He looks up and the loss in his Noise is so great it feels like I'm standing on the edge of an abyss, that I'm about to fall down into him, into blackness so empty and lonely there'd never be a way out.
"Todd," I say again, a catch in my voice. "On the ledge, under the waterfall, do you remember what you said to me? Do you remember what you said to save me?"
He's shaking his head slowly. "I've done terrible things, Viola. Terrible things-"
"We all fall, you said." I'm gripping his hand now. "We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.”
― Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer

“Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge.
Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat.
Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Water is the most perfect traveller because when it travels it becomes the path itself!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Do not feel sad for your tears as rocks never regret the waterfalls”
― Munia Khan

“Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it.”
― Karen Joy Fowler, Sarah Canary

“Run wild and free like a waterfall”
― Anamika Mishra

“He sought out cold waterfalls, small thick forests, and thought about nothing at all.”
― Leone Ross, Popisho

“I sat there for a long time, listening to the waterfall intone, its sound filling my ears. It was like the murmur of countless voices and I thought they were prayers. All humanity's laments and powerlessness. Perhaps this is what it sounded like to God, a cacophony that never ended. Sometimes our Lord stuck his finger into the flowing currents and plucked a drop from farthest away, and examined it closely before placing it on the tip of his tongue. And that was the moment a miracle happened somewhere on our earth, and a person received solace.”
― Mikael Niemi, Koka björn

“I'd like to repair your elevator using only a kayak and a smile. If it's broken, my advice would be to remove the ducks and restart the waterfall.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“When you have a pet waterfall, and you want to take it for a walk, the trickiest part is trying to figure out what to use for a leash. Next time, try a duck.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“My ducks and I hiked up to see a waterfall today, but when we got there it was Closed For Repairs. I think they had to order a missing part off of Amazon. Probably the flowing H2O, which is a major component of a waterfall.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“When a monotonously flowing river comes to a cliff, it screams of joy as it falls down, and we call those adventurous screams a waterfall!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Drinking fresh water is a good feeling. But not as good of a feeling as cuddling with it. Buy a pet waterfall today, and get a FREE mountain! Add a duck for ONLY $19.95!”
― Jarod Kintz, BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm presents: Two Ducks Brawling Is A Pre-Pillow Fight

“Cats make cuddly pets, but you can’t take them for walks. That’s why I love my pet waterfall, which also makes the splashiest snuggles. However, neither cats nor waterfalls lay eggs, which makes ducks the superior jazz musicians.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“When we were kids, getting your mouth washed out with soap was punishment. But today, I’m selling duck-soup-flavored soap that your own kids will beg to have for dinner, which you’ll eat under a waterfall for maximum bubbles.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“I once saw a waterfall walk up a flight of stairs, when it could have easily taken the escalator. That's what I would have done, if I were composed of 40% more H2O.”
― Jarod Kintz, The Lewis and Clark of The Ozarks

“If I owned a bulldozer, it would be my paintbrush, and the land would be my canvas. My art would be full of streams, creeks, and waterfalls.”
― Jarod Kintz, Eggs, they’re not just for breakfast

“If there is a waterfall at the end of a river, it is necessary to swim upstream! Crowds too are rivers that end with waterfalls!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There are some things in this world, if you enter their sphere of influence, they will close your world and only their world will remain! That's what a big waterfall is like!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Water never falls.
It flies!”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“If you want to be a waterfall, you have to have the ability to jump down from heights without killing yourself and then move on as if nothing had happened!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Three days after their wedding they were standing at the base of Liffey Falls, at the brisk death of winter, watching an airborne river thrash its way earthward. The water tumbled through high ridges, crowded with the princes of the island's wetter wildernesses: blackheart sassafras, dappled leatherwoods, contortions of mossy myrtles. Giant stringybarks rose above them all, their gum-topped crowns fighting for space in the clouds. The forest loomed, wet-dark and thickly green in the morning dew, and through the ancient roots of its trees the Liffey ran and broke and fell to splash the boots of the gazing newlyweds. p.68”
― Robbie Arnott, Limberlost

“Let go of the past, wash away your pain, anger, and hatred, and emerge refreshed, renewed, and pure like the waterfall.”
― Shree Shambav, Twenty + One - 21 Short Stories - Series II

“your voice is as comforting and soothing as a waterfall”
― Shea Cullen, Beauty: A story about how love transforms how we see the world.

“The river turned into a waterfall and then the waterfall turned into a river again! So what has changed? Is the new river the old river? Of course no! The new river has added to his mind the experience of waterfall and the wisdom of that experience! The new river is now superior to the old river!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“It began raining harder and my thoughts drifted towards the waterfall from the night before. I wondered if the water might work itself into a frenzy around me and drag me down the cliff with it. Flash floods were common in this type of landscape; they came every time it rained. It kept coming down, harder and harder. I cozied up closer to the frigid rock and buried myself deeper in my tank top. By this point, the rain was building into streams and flowing off the rocks around me. I sat there in the fetal position, wondering if the rain was going to sweep me from my feeble perch and down into the dark abyss.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“I burrowed through the small opening that Jack had created for me and emerged before an inlet enclosed by rocky hillside. The water was the color of emeralds, and I wondered how this was possible, given that the sound was so decidedly gray. A small plume of water--- a waterfall, but not a loud, forceful one, just a trickle--- was winding down one side of the cliff, making its descent into the pool below. Birds chirped in stereo.
There was a small patch of sand free of barnacle-covered rocks, like the beach in front of Bee's, and that's where Jack spread a blanket out. "What do you think?" he asked proudly.
"It's unbelievable," I said, shaking my head. "How in the world does water get that color?"
"It's the minerals in the rock," he replied.”
― Sarah Jio, The Violets of March

“It's the pleasures that are shallow and fast-flowing, tending to form and dissolve...The rapids are formed by the youth of pleasures but joy remains a dense rock in the streambed for ages, beyond any erosion..that no rapid can break in the flow of a stream but the rock remaining powerful, breaks up the rapids of pleasures, birthing waterfalls of wisdom that no season can wear away...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“It was a short walk from the bridge to the waterfall, and I heard it long before I actually saw it, a loud, roaring sound that reverberated like rolling thunder. We passed under an outcropping of rock, and then there it was on the other side.
Quixotic Falls.
It took my breath away.
The waterfall was so tall, I had to crane my neck to see the top of it. Shimmers of a rainbow reflected in the mist and sunlight, and the air was cool and damp. It felt good in the humidity of the afternoon. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the mist that clung to my skin, coagulating into droplets. We walked along the underside of it, and the sunlight hit the falling water like it was glimmers of glass. The tunnel between the rock face and the waterfall was smooth and rounded from thousands of years of erosion. Vines crawled across the rocks--- morning glories and four o'clocks and honeysuckles. The waterfall poured down into a small watering hole that then slowly wormed its way into a larger river down the mountain. I knew this place would feel whimsical. Surrounding the swimming hole, the bright pink heather and stark white yarrow mixed with coneflowers and black-eyed Susans.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story