35+ Waterfall Quotes to Inspire and Refresh Your Spirit

“I nodded, pretending to be a hundred times more courageous than I felt. But that was the thing about courage. Sometimes you had to fake it to feel it. – Lisa Tawn Bergren, Waterfall”

“We all fall but that’s not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again. – Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer”

“Do not feel sad for your tears as rocks never regret the waterfalls. – Munia Khan”

“Run wild and free like a waterfall. – Anamika Mishra”

“Fall like a waterfall and become a new version of yourself when you fall. – Palak Tewary”

“Water is the most perfect traveller because when it travels it becomes the path itself. – Mehmet Murat ildan”

“If you want to be a waterfall, you have to have the ability to jump down from heights without killing yourself and then move on as if nothing had happened. – Mehmet Murat ildan”

“Don’t paddle too close to the waterfalls. In other words, beware of places and situations that play to your weaknesses. Keep your guard up always. – Bear Grylls, Soul Fuel”

“Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it. – Karen Joy Fowler, Sarah Canary”

“He sought out cold waterfalls, small thick forests, and thought about nothing at all. – Leone Ross, Popisho”

“Your voice is as comforting and soothing as a waterfall. – Shea Cullen, Beauty”

“It’s the pleasures that are shallow and fast-flowing, tending to form and dissolve. The rapids are formed by the youth of pleasures but joy remains a dense rock in the streambed for ages, beyond any erosion. That no rapid can break in the flow of a stream but the rock remaining powerful, breaks up the rapids of pleasures, birthing waterfalls of wisdom that no season can wear away. – Jayita Bhattacharjee”

“God opened me to the beauty of life, and now I am a waterfall of laughter, sometimes a harp, singing the song of a burning cry. Awakened am I where the winds of heaven bewilder the heart. – Jayita Bhattacharjee”

“It’s the Valley of the Tears. A place where even the mountains cry. – Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit”

“The river turned into a waterfall and then the waterfall turned into a river again! So what has changed? Is the new river the old river? Of course no! The new river has added to his mind the experience of waterfall and the wisdom of that experience! The new river is now superior to the old river! – Mehmet Murat ildan”

“Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water. – Kamand Kojouri”

“If I owned a bulldozer, it would be my paintbrush, and the land would be my canvas. My art would be full of streams, creeks, and waterfalls. – Jarod Kintz, Eggs, they’re not just for breakfast”

“I once saw a waterfall walk up a flight of stairs, when it could have easily taken the escalator. That’s what I would have done, if I were composed of 40% more H2O. – Jarod Kintz, The Lewis and Clark of The Ozarks”

“When you have a pet waterfall, and you want to take it for a walk, the trickiest part is trying to figure out what to use for a leash. Next time, try a duck. – Jarod Kintz”

“Drinking fresh water is a good feeling. But not as good of a feeling as cuddling with it. – Jarod Kintz”

“Cats make cuddly pets, but you can’t take them for walks. That’s why I love my pet waterfall, which also makes the splashiest snuggles. However, neither cats nor waterfalls lay eggs, which makes ducks the superior jazz musicians. – Jarod Kintz”

“Let go of the past, wash away your pain, anger, and hatred, and emerge refreshed, renewed, and pure like the waterfall. – Shree Shambav, Twenty + One”

“The water tumbled through high ridges, crowded with the princes of the island’s wetter wildernesses. – Robbie Arnott, Limberlost”

“By this point, the rain was building into streams and flowing off the rocks around me. I sat there in the fetal position, wondering if the rain was going to sweep me from my feeble perch and down into the dark abyss. – Michael J Heil, Pursued”

“It began raining harder and my thoughts drifted towards the waterfall from the night before. I wondered if the water might work itself into a frenzy around me and drag me down the cliff with it. Flash floods were common in this type of landscape. – Michael J Heil, Pursued”

“A small plume of water – a waterfall, but not a loud, forceful one, just a trickle – was winding down one side of the cliff, making its descent into the pool below. – Sarah Jio, The Violets of March”

“After a long while, the giant forest turned into a clearing. Up ahead, a large waterfall rushed into a giant pool. – Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit”

“It was a short walk from the bridge to the waterfall, and I heard it long before I actually saw it, a loud, roaring sound that reverberated like rolling thunder. We passed under an outcropping of rock, and then there it was on the other side. Quixotic Falls. It took my breath away. The waterfall was so tall, I had to crane my neck to see the top of it. Shimmers of a rainbow reflected in the mist and sunlight, and the air was cool and damp. It felt good in the humidity of the afternoon. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the mist that clung to my skin, coagulating into droplets. We walked along the underside of it, and the sunlight hit the falling water like it was glimmers of glass. The tunnel between the rock face and the waterfall was smooth and rounded from thousands of years of erosion. Vines crawled across the rocks – morning glories and four o’clocks and honeysuckles. The waterfall poured down into a small watering hole that then slowly wormed its way into a larger river down the mountain. I knew this place would feel whimsical. Surrounding the swimming hole, the bright pink heather and stark white yarrow mixed with coneflowers and black-eyed Susans. – Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story”

“Three days after their wedding they were standing at the base of Liffey Falls, at the brisk death of winter, watching an airborne river thrash its way earthward. The water tumbled through high ridges, crowded with the princes of the island’s wetter wildernesses: blackheart sassafras, dappled leatherwoods, contortions of mossy myrtles. Giant stringybarks rose above them all, their gum-topped crowns fighting for space in the clouds. The forest loomed, wet-dark and thickly green in the morning dew, and through the ancient roots of its trees the Liffey ran and broke and fell to splash the boots of the gazing newlyweds. – Robbie Arnott, Limberlost”

“I burrowed through the small opening that Jack had created for me and emerged before an inlet enclosed by rocky hillside. The water was the color of emeralds, and I wondered how this was possible, given that the sound was so decidedly gray. A small plume of water – a waterfall, but not a loud, forceful one, just a trickle – was winding down one side of the cliff, making its descent into the pool below. Birds chirped in stereo. There was a small patch of sand free of barnacle-covered rocks, like the beach in front of Bee’s, and that’s where Jack spread a blanket out. What do you think? he asked proudly. It’s unbelievable, I said, shaking my head. How in the world does water get that color? It’s the minerals in the rock, he replied. – Sarah Jio, The Violets of March”

“After a long while, the giant forest turned into a clearing. Up ahead, a large waterfall rushed into a giant pool. Rippling curls tumbled down the rocks, and the sunlight shone through the spray and made a rainbow in the mist. It was magic to see a rainbow close enough to touch and I reached out my hand. Isn’t it beautiful? I said. Immaculate, said Mama. It’s the Valley of the Tears, I said with a smile. A place where even the mountains cry. – Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit”

“For a short waterfall it is surprisingly noisy and too close to the car park for him to risk shouting over it so they stand there in silence observing it. Obviously she wants to and he finds that he can tolerate the distraction, using the time to check her out. Posh punk, he thinks, hard to see which is dominant. Frayed denim skirt and black leggings under a very classy cashmere coat. – Deirdre Chapman, Badlands”

“He looks up and the loss in his Noise is so great it feels like I’m standing on the edge of an abyss, that I’m about to fall down into him, into blackness so empty and lonely there’d never be a way out. Todd, I say again, a catch in my voice. On the ledge, under the waterfall, do you remember what you said to me? Do you remember what you said to save me? He’s shaking his head slowly. I’ve done terrible things, Viola. Terrible things. We all fall, you said. I’m gripping his hand now. We all fall but that’s not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again. – Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer”

“My ducks and I hiked up to see a waterfall today, but when we got there it was Closed For Repairs. I think they had to order a missing part off of Amazon. Probably the flowing H2O, which is a major component of a waterfall. – Jarod Kintz”

“When we were kids, getting your mouth washed out with soap was punishment. But today, I’m selling duck-soup-flavored soap that your own kids will beg to have for dinner, which you’ll eat under a waterfall for maximum bubbles. – Jarod Kintz”