#wate

I used to think that the Civil War was our country's greatest tragedy, but I do remember that there were some redeeming features in the Civil War in that there was some spirit of sacrifice and heroism displayed on both sides. I see no redeeming features in Watergate. ↗

— Sam Ervin

#both sides #civil #civil war #country #displayed

I know that from the days of Watergate... the notion of two sources on a story has become the popular dogma about how you confirm something. And there is a lot of truth to that, but there are all kinds of ways to check to the extent that you can, a story that you get. ↗

— Howard Fineman

#become #check #confirm #days #dogma

Never thank anybody for anything, except a drink of water in the desert - and then make it brief. ↗

— Gene Fowler

#anything #brief #desert #drink #except

Our lifestyle, our wildlife, our land and our water remain critical to our definition of Wyoming and to our economic future. ↗

— Dave Freudenthal

#definition #economic #economic future #future #land

The U.S. Supreme Court has established that the tribes own their water. What I'd like to focus on is doing something with the water that results in economic development. ↗

— Dave Freudenthal

#development #doing #economic #economic development #established

A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands. ↗

— Tomas Transtromer

#away #behind #blazes #both #dew

I'm so sick of the water. ↗

— Michael Phelps

#sick #water

Not since the Depression has the state been this dry, have our rivers been this low, our water table this low, and our reservoirs this low. ↗

— Parris Glendening

#depression #dry #low #our #rivers

I drank some boiling water because I wanted to whistle. ↗

— Mitch Hedberg

#because #boiling #drank #i #some

Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again, “Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday.” From the corpse of Warren, his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth, “Allow the tide sweep free the bay.” Then together they sing in zombie choir, “And home the ships sailing send. ↗

— Nathan Reese Maher

#cityspire #death #dreams #gothic #romance