Fountain Quotes

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Toba Beta
“Just as heart is a fountain of unspoken words,
the universe is a womb of wonder weird worlds.”
Toba Beta

Vera Nazarian
“Unlike a fountain that circulates the same water in an enclosed, perpetually recycling system, a human being circulates thoughts in an unlimited reservoir of self.

Don't limit yourself to being a mere fountain when you contain an ocean.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Vera Nazarian
“In the desert, the only god is a well.”
Vera Nazarian, Dreams of the Compass Rose

Munia Khan
“Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter”
Munia Khan

Robinson Jeffers
“Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain.”
Robinson Jeffers, Selected Poems

Toba Beta
“Mind of a loving heart is the fountain of knowledge.”
Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

Mary Woronov
“I wanted to feel like I could open my mouth and fill it with Pepper's flesh, close my teeth on her skin and tear it away, making blood pump like a fountain over everything - rug, clothes, hair, face - both Violet and I stopped in midair. Pepper's eyes had flooded with tears. It was too easy, she was enjoying this. Her body softened like a sponge waiting to soak up my punches. Her lips smiled the same way Valerie's did. It was as if I had discovered maggots in her flesh. I recoiled from her where she lay on the bed like a piece of rotting meat. ”
Mary Woronov, Swimming Underground: My Years in the Warhol Factory

“Laugh, I tell you
And you will turn back
The hands of time.

Smile, I tell you
And you will reflect
The face of the divine.

Sing, I tell you
And all the angels will sing with you!

Cry, I tell you
And the reflections found in your pool of tears -
Will remind you of the lessons of today and yesterday
To guide you through the fears of tomorrow.


THE FOUR HEAVENLY FOUNTAINS by Suzy Kassem
Taken from University of Toledo Collection: The Spring For Wisdom
Copyright 1994”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Pauline Gedge
“Noon was approaching and the shadows under the sycamores were thin and short. The surface of the blue-tiled fish-pond was glassily still and water splashed monotonously into the fountain’s basins. Khaemwaset held his fingers under the glittering flow and found it silky and warm.”
Pauline Gedge, Scroll of Saqqara

Lailah Gifty Akita
“God is the fountain of all living waters.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Stephanie Laurens
“For one moment, she stood stock-still, drinking in the simple beauty of the marble fountain, the base of its pedestal wreathed in delicate fronds, that stood, glowing lambently in the soft white light, in the center of a small, secluded, fern-shrouded clearing. Water poured steadily from the pitcher of the partially clad maiden frozen forever in her task of filling the wide, scroll-lipped basin.
The area had clearly been designed to provide the lady of the house with a private, refreshing, calming retreat in which to embroider, or simply rest and gather thoughts. In the moonlit night, surrounded by mysterious shadow and steeped in a silence rendered only more intense by the distant sighing of music and the silvery tinkle of the water, it was a hauntingly magical place.
For three heartbeats, the magic held Patience immobile.
Then, through the fine silk of her gown, she felt the heat of Vane's body. He did not touch her, but that heat, and the flaring awareness that raced through her, had her quickly stepping forward. Hauling in a desperate breath, she gestured to the fountain. "It's lovely."
"Hmm," came from close behind.
Too close behind. Patience found herself heading for a stone bench, shaded by a canopy of palms. Stifling a gasp, she veered away, toward the fountain.”
Stephanie Laurens, A Rake's Vow

Josef Winkler
“A girl, hardly ten, holding a Barbie doll by its hair, bent over the edge of the fountain, sprinkled her face and forearms, and stared to the side for a moment as Piccoletto, who was also seated on the edge of the fountain, his legs outspread, chewing at his silver crucifix, pulled off his socks. The girl stared long into his leg holes at his balls hanging from his baggy yellow underwear and at the creased foreskin draped over the head of his large member.”
Josef Winkler, Natura morta : eine römische Novelle

Ben Fountain
“E' la maledetta casualità che ti logora, il fatto che la differenza fra la vita, la morte e una ferita tremenda a volte è legata a cose minime come chinarsi ad allacciarsi una scarpa, scegliere il terzo cesso della fila invece del quarto, voltare la testa a sinistra anziché a destra.”
Ben Fountain, Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk

Ben Fountain
“Se una pallottola ti deve colpire, è già stata sparata.”
Ben Fountain, Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk

Ben Fountain
“Gli americani sono bambini che devono andare da qualche altra parte a crescere, e a volte a morire.”
Ben Fountain, Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk

Ben Fountain
“La paura della morte è la favela dell'animo umano, esserne liberi è l'equivalente psicologico dell'ereditare cento milioni di dollari. Ecco cosa invidia davvero a questa gente, il lusso di considerare il terrorismo un argomento di conversazione, e in questo preciso momento si sente così sfigato che potrebbe scoppiare a piangere.”
Ben Fountain, Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk

Ben Fountain
“Alla gente tutta quella falsità non fa né caldo né freddo, forse perché l'ininterrotta propaganda commerciale della vita americana le ha instillato soglie eccezionalmente alte di tolleranza per le simulazioni, le gonfiature, le distorsioni, le stronzate e le vere e proprie menzogne, in altre parole per la pubblicità in ogni sua forma.”
Ben Fountain, Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk

Ben Fountain
“A un certo punto non meglio identificato, l'America è diventata un gigantesco centro commerciale con una nazione accanto.”
Ben Fountain

Ben Fountain
“Ma certo che non sei malato di mente, solo un pazzo vorrebbe tornare in guerra. Invece che all'infermità, diciamo agli avvocati di appellarsi alla momentanea sanità mentale, che ne pensi? Sei troppo sano di mente per tornare in guerra, Billy Lynn ha ritrovato la lucidità. E' il resto del paese che è matto, a volerlo rispedire al fronte.”
Ben Fountain

Ben Fountain
“Siamo tutti bravi a chiacchierare, questo l'ho capito, ma adesso basta. Siamo tutti bravi a chiacchierare m a l'unica voce che conta è quella dei soldi, il nostro paese è questo, ragazzi. E io ho paura per questo paese. Penso che dovremmo avere tutti paura per questo paese.”
Ben Fountain, Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk

Lailah Gifty Akita
“The heavenly Father is the fountain of all living water.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Gaelen Foley
“They had crossed the terrace where weeds, ivy, and goldenrod had run amuck in the flowerbeds that lined the weather-beaten stone balustrade. Mounds of blue hydrangeas nearly as tall as Lucien crowded the three mossy steps that led down into the formal garden. He went down them, and Alice followed him toward the circular fountain. As they approached, two doves that had perched on the stately stone fountain urn fluttered away, cooing. Alice stopped beside the fountain pool and gazed down with a faraway expression at the lily pads, driven with dreamlike slowness over the surface of the shallow water like tiny sailing vessels. She studied the scene as though memorizing it, while Lucien gazed at her, watching the wind toy with her clothes and the tendrils of her hair that it had worked free from her neat coif.
Her waving red-gold hair, blue eyes, and ivory skin, and the chaste, faraway serenity of her face, put him in mind of Botticelli's Venus, rising from the sea upon her scallop shell.”
Gaelen Foley, Lord of Fire

Barbara Kingsolver
“Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain. Almost no one gets a chance to alter the course of human events on purpose, in the exact same way they wish for it to be altered.”
Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

Gift Gugu Mona
“Worshipping God is like quenching your thirst, from a fountain that never runs dry.”
Gift Gugu Mona, Daily Quotes About God: 365 Days of Heavenly Inspiration

Kate Morton
“Magnificent trees, the legacy of Lord Ashbury's distant ancestors, lined the way, their highest boughs arching to meet, outermost branches lacing so that the road became a dark, whispering tunnel.
As I burst into the light that afternoon, the sun had just slipped behind the roofline and the house was in eclipse, the sky behind glowing mauve and orange. I cut across the grounds, past the Eros and Psyche fountain, through Lady Violet's garden of pink cabbage roses and down into the rear entrance. The servants' hall was empty and my shoes echoed as I broke Mr. Hamilton's golden rule and ran along the stone corridor. Through the kitchen I went, past Mrs. Townsend's workbench covered with a panoply of sweet breads and cakes, and up the stairs.”
Kate Morton, The House at Riverton

Kate Morton
“Though Eros and Psyche sat vast and magnificent in the front lawn, a prologue to the grand house itself, there was something wonderful- a mysterious and melancholic aspect- about the smaller fountain, hidden within its sunny clearing at the bottom of the south garden.
The circular pool of stacked stone stood two feet high and twenty feet across at its widest point. It was lined with tiny glass tiles, azure blue like the necklace of sapphires Lord Ashbury had brought back for Lady Violet after serving in the Far East. From the center emerged a huge craggy block of russet marble, the height of two men, thick at the base but tapering to a peak. Midway up, creamy marble against the brown, the life-size figure of Icarus had been carved in a position of recline. His wings, pale marble etched to give the impression of feathers, were strapped to his outspread arms and fell behind, weeping over the rock. Rising from the pool to tend the fallen figure were three mermaids, long hair looped and coiled about angelic faces: one held a small harp, one wore a coronet of woven ivy leaves, and one reached beneath Icarus’s torso, white hands on creamy skin, to pull him from the deep.”
Kate Morton, The House at Riverton

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Faith is the foundatin of eternal ecstasys.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Faith is the fountain of life.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

“Listening to the music of fountain
Humming after its melody
You must have split the chains
You must have left home.”
Geeta Tripathee

Michael Bassey Johnson
“If you can drink from the fountain, why then, should you request for a drink of water from the cup?”
Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

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