Quotes About Flowing

Dear one, the wine is still good. If you are asking hard questions, it is because you love the wine. You believe it is good and marvelous and worthy of consumption. It has real lasting power. The wine has managed to woo every generation since time began. You are asking questions of the wineskins, which is wise and appropriate, because they don't last . They stretch as long as they can, but at some point, they have to be replaced so the wine can keep flowing.

I think of my own epitaph, still to be written, and all the places I'll wander. No longer rooted, but gold, flowing. I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me." -Violet

Juega con la flor perfumada, La rama tierna del joven árbol, Y deja mis sentimientos humanos En su propio cauce inquieto.

For the soul, grief is an expression of love, and every expression of love is healing. If we resist grief, we literally wrap energy around our pain and lock it into place. Crying is the body's natural means for clearing such energetic density; tears keep energy flowing and so allow for further healing.

I am rooted, but I flow.

True inner joy is self-created It does not rely on any outer circumstances A river is flowing in and through you carrying the message of joy. This divine joy is the sole purpose of life.

I think of my own epitaph, still to be written, and all the places I'll wander. No longer rooted, but gold, flowing. I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me.

No longer rooted, but gold, flowing. I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me.

I treat water on the surface under the wide, open sky and the sun and all that blue, which reminds me of Theodore Finch, just like everything else reminds me of him, and I think of my own epitath, still to be written, and all the places I'll wander. No longer rooted, but gold, flowing. I feel a thousand capacities spring in me

She flowed across that office with the rippling, effortless progress of a cylinder of jelly sliding off a tilted plate.

Dresses me again in an embrace as lucid and encopassing it might be made of water.

I am like the rain: I go where I'm needed.

There were a number of tiny little brooks running straight across it from side to side, and the ground between was divided up into squares by a number of little green hedges, that reached from brook to brook.

In un Paese delle Meraviglie essi giacciono, Sognando mentre i giorni passano, Sognando mentre le estati muoiono: Eternamente scivolando lungo la corrente.... Indugiando nell'aureo bagliore... Che cosa è la vita, se non un sogno?

It takes the same energy to complain as it does to compliment. When there is a short circuit, there is a complaint, and when the energy is flowing, there is a compliment.

In this life, your so-called ordinary life, you must be rooted; and in your inner space, in the spiritual life, you must be weightless and flying and flowing, floating.

This force is unlimited. It is always moving and always flowing. The ancient Hawaiians, the Kahunas, used the metaphor of the flow of a running stream to represent the divine force.

Round and round they went with their snakes, snakily, with a soft undulating movement at the knees and hips.

Traffic was very, very free. It was great.

The murmur of the limpid stream.

I have hands full of this radiance. It flows through my fingers. It doesn't diminish.

Cool as a mountain stream.

'Free' is the museum show of our times, presaging the whole Wikileaks dustup, and it shows shifting power dynamics and a glimpse of the human in a world of flowing data.

Have you ever felt as if you could actually feel time flowing away from you? As if life was passing you by and you were caught in a backwater with the dead fish and old sticks?