WATER in Classic Quotes
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Quotes from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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1 You think you can walk on water with your books.
2 He hesitated to leave the comforting flow of the water.
3 How like trying to put out fires with water pistols, how senseless and insane.
4 She was up, in the bathroom now, and he heard the water running, and the swallowing sound she made.
5 The images drained away, as if the water had been let from a gigantic crystal bowl of hysterical fish.
6 Their names leapt in fire, burning down the years under his axe and his hose which sprayed not water but kerosene.
7 It's a lot of funnels and a lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not.
8 He stared at the parlor that was dead and gray as the waters of an ocean that might teem with life if they switched on the electronic sun.
9 One of them slid down into your stomach like a black cobra down an echoing well looking for all the old water and the old time gathered there.
10 Two moonstones looked up at him in the light of his small hand-held fire; two pale moonstones buried in a creek of clear water over which the life of the world ran, not touching them.
11 He would be Montag-plus-Faber, fire plus water, and then, one day, after everything had mixed and simmered and worked away in silence, there would be neither fire nor water, but wine.
12 The concussion knocked the air across and down the river, turned the men over like dominoes in a line, blew the water in lifting sprays, and blew the dust and made the trees above them mourn with a great wind passing away south.
13 Now, the dry smell of hay, the motion of the waters, made him think of sleeping in fresh hay in a lonely barn away from the loud highways, behind a quiet farmhouse, and under an ancient windmill that whirred like the sound of the passing years overhead.
14 He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact.
15 The pains were spikes driven in the kneecap and then only darning needles and then only common ordinary safety pins, and after he had shagged along fifty more hops and jumps, filling his hand with slivers from the board fence, the prickling was like someone blowing a spray of scalding water on that leg.