Edward Abbey Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• I am pleased enough with the surfaces - in fact they alone seem to me to be of much importance. Such things for example as the grasp of a child's hand in your own, the flavor of an apple, the embrace of a friend or lover, the silk of a girl's thigh, the sunlight on the rock and leaves, the feel of music, the bark of a tree, the abrasion of granite and sand, the plunge of clear water into a pool, the face of the wind - what else is there? What else do we need?

  Edward Abbey

  Girl, Children, Hands

  Edward Abbey (1996). “The Serpents of Paradise: A Reader”, p.156, Holt Paperbacks

• Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread. A civilization which destroys what little remains of the wild, the spare, the original, is cutting itself off from its origins and betraying the principle of civilization itself.

  Edward Abbey

  Adventure, Cutting, Civilization

  Edward Abbey (1968). “Desert Solitaire”, p.169, Simon and Schuster

• Saving the world was merely a hobby. My *vocation* has been that of
  inspector of desert water holes.

  Edward Abbey

  Water, Hobbies, Desert

  Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.28, RosettaBooks

• High technology has done us one great service: It has retaught us the delight of performing simple and primordial tasks - chopping wood, building a fire, drawing water from a spring

  Edward Abbey

  Spring, Technology, Simple

  Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.49, RosettaBooks

• Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again, embrace a pine tree, cut my initials in the bark of an aspen, get bit by a mosquito, see a mountain bluebird, find a big blue columbine, get lost in the firs, hike above timberline, sunbathe on snow and eat some ice, climb the rocks and stand in the wind at the top of the world on the peak of Tukuhnikivats.

  Edward Abbey

  Running, Cutting, August

  Edward Abbey (1996). “The Serpents of Paradise: A Reader”, p.128, Macmillan

• Come with me, the river said, close your eyes and quiet your limbs and float with me into the wonder and mystery of the canyons, see the unknown and the little known, look upon the stone gods face to face, see Medusa, drink my waters, hear my song, feel my power, come along and drift with me toward the distant, ultimate and legendary sea.

  Edward Abbey

  Song, Eye, Sea

  Edward Abbey (1996). “The Serpents of Paradise: A Reader”, p.40, Macmillan

• Water, water, water....There is no shortage of water in the desert but exactly the right amount , a perfect ratio of water to rock, water to sand, insuring that wide free open, generous spacing among plants and animals, homes and towns and cities, which makes the arid West so different from any other part of the nation. There is no lack of water here unless you try to establish a city where no city should be.

  Edward Abbey

  Home, Animal, Cities

  Edward Abbey (1968). “Desert Solitaire”, p.126, Simon and Schuster

• To the Technocrats: Have mercy on us. Relax a bit, take time out for simple pleasures. For example, the luxuries of electricity, indoor plumbing, central heating, instant electronic communication and such, have taught me to relearn and enjoy the basic human satisfactions of dipping water from a cold clear mountain stream; of building a wood fire in a cast-iron stove; of using long winter nights for making music, making things, making love; of writing long letters, in longhand with a fountain pen, to the few people on this earth I truly care about.

  Edward Abbey

  Communication, Writing, Winter

  Edward Abbey (2006). “Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast”

• If a man’s imagination were not so weak, so easily tired, if his capacity for wonder not so limited, he would abandon forever such fantasies of the supernal. He would learn to perceive in water, leaves and silence more than sufficient of the absolute and marvelous, more than enough to console him for the loss of the ancient dream.

  Edward Abbey

  Dream, Tired, Loss

  Edward Abbey (1968). “Desert Solitaire”, p.177, Simon and Schuster

• The canyon country does not always inspire love. To many it appears barren, hostile, repellent - a fearsome mostly waterless land of rock and heat, sand dunes and quicksand, cactus, thornbrush, scorpion, rattlesnake, and agaraphobic distances. To those who see our land in that manner, the best reply is, yes, you are right, it is a dangerous and terrible place. Enter at your own risk. Carry water. Avoid the noonday sun. Try to ignore the vultures. Pray frequently.

  Edward Abbey

  Country, Distance, Land

• Jesus don't walk on water no more; his feet leak.

  Edward Abbey

  Jesus, Feet, Water

  Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.9, RosettaBooks

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