5451. We never know the Worth of Water, till the Well is dry.

When the well is dry we know the value of water

When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.

We never know self-realization. We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.

Till taught by pain, Men really know not what good water's worth.

What has to die will die, and what has to remain will remain. Supposing you dig a well and the water dries up. Just because the well went dry, you cannot say that there is no water there. You cannot say that the spring is dead, for if you dig down one more foot, water will again spring up. If people will only dig a little deeper, they will find the water there. Of course, they can say, “There is no water in the well any more,” and go away. But those who have real thirst will dig a little deeper, and they will find water there. What is will always be. That which dies is dead and gone, but that which is will always be.

There are some things of which we never know the value of till they are taken from us.

Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,
turning down through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe,
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering,
the small round coins,
thrown by those who wished for something else.

We can never know anything.

Deep is the well of the past. Should we not call it bottomless?

We seem never to know what any thing means or is worth until we have lost it.

You don't dig a new well if you have water in an old well. If we are going to build a team, we must build it around a group of experienced players.

If bright water you stain with mud, you nevermore will find it fit to drink.

We don't know who discovered water, but we know it wasn't the fish.