Try squeezing a handful of water, and see how quickly it disappears. But relax and let your hand flow in the same water, and you have the experience of the water as long as you like.
He sometimes behaves like water, flowing around the obstacles he encounters.
Water can flow, or it can crash. Be water, my friend.
The more rapidly the water moves, the lighter it seems.
Water liked to be free. Given time, water could overcome any barrier, and it hated to be trapped, just like Percy.
Water adopts the shape of its receptacle, it is sometimes a trickle and sometimes a wild sea.
The pint would call the quart a dualist, if you tried to pour the quart into him.
Water its living strength first shows, When obstacles its course oppose.
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.
A field of water betrays the spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving new life and motion from above. It is intermediate in its nature between land and sky.
