Quotes About Overflow

Make yourself a "capacity" and I will make myself a "torrent."

Change the way you spend your time so that you will know God and walk closely with Him. An empty vessel has nothing to give. A bubbling fountain splashes everyone close to it.

Power may be justly compared to a great river while kept within its bounds it is both beautiful and useful, but when it overflows its banks, it is then too impetuous to be stemmed it bears down all before it, and brings destruction and desolation wherever it goes.

Paul's prayer is the product of his passion for people. His unaffected fervency in prayer is not whipped-up emotionalism but the overflow of his love for brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus.

If then you are wise, you will show yourself rather as a reservoir than as a canal. A canal spreads abroad water as it receives it, and a reservoir waits until it is filled before overflowing, and thus without loss to itself communicates its superabundant water. In the Church at the present day we have many canals but few reservoirs.

Life is meant to be abundant --- in all areas.

When you are feeling joy you don't even have to think about giving. It is a natural overflow.

All the emptying out is only for the sake of a Great Outpouring.

She loved him that much, in a way that made no space for herself, as though he were a full glass of tea and she was the piece of ice that would cause an overspill onto the tablecloth.

I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.

Only memory matters. Mine sometimes overflows. Because it harbours my father's memories, too, since his mind has become a sieve. No, not a sieve: an autumn leaf, dried, torn. No, a phantom which I see only at midnight. I know: one cannot see a memory. But I can. I see it as the shadow of a shadow which constantly withdraws and turns inward. I hardly glimpse it, and it vanishes in the abyss.

Marilynne Robinson calls "an overabundance that is magical." That magical overabundance?

Let's say you have white milk and chocolate milk, and one of them is good emotions and one of them is bad emotions, and you pour both in: you're still going to fill up and run over.

Not all souls are the same. Some rivers flow quietly between their banks; others overflow. There exist choice souls, whose love of God cannot be confi ned to the narrow limits of what is considered a normal faith. Their cup runs over. Their love of God burns. Solomon's Song answers to the desires of such hearts.

He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn't. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes.

He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn't. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes.

and one hundred and fifty thousand dollars' worth of jelly beans cascaded down on the expresstrip.

Where my tastes in music are concerned, I'm a real maximalist.

Streets full of water; please advise.

You can fill a glass full to the brim with milk, and fill another glass of the same size brim full of popcorn, and then you can put all the popcorn kernel by kernel into the milk, and the milk will not run over. You cannot do this with bread. Popcorn and milk are the only two things that will go into the same place.

Pour faire bonne mesure, j'en rajoute une couche. Le retour du jet d'ail, en quelque sorte.

a plentiful source or supply:

a multitudinous mess of life's unnecessities.

You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. – Psalm 23:5