When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Water is my drink.
A pool is water, made available and useful, and is, as such, infinitely soothing to the western eye.
Water is to me, I confess, a phenomenon which continually awakens new feelings of wonder as often as I view it.
To be thirsty and to drink water is the perfection of sensuality rarely achieved. Sometimes you drink water; other times you are thirsty.
I drink because I'm thirsty.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Parents wonder why the streams are bitter, when they themselves have poisoned the fountain.
While therefore your tears flow, let a due proportion be tears of joy. Yet take the bitter cup with both hands and sit down to your repast. You will soon learn a secret: that there is sweetness at the bottom.
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.