Quotes About Stream

Rose petals cast into a fast-moving stream, Plucked from the heart one at a time, Like hopes snatched from a dream, Become memories in the back of your mind.

At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.

Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.

Today is going to be a perfect, perfect day." Trina smiled and the waters of the stream continued to rush by, as if his words meant nothing.

Sorry about being late," Trina said. "I'd make up a great excuse, but honesty's the best policy. Mark made me go up to the stream and we … you know." It took a lot to surprise Mark these days, even more to make him blush, but Trina had the ability to do both. He stammered as Lana rolled her eyes.

She was sitting quietly on the bank of a stream with her feet in the water, her robe perfectly white, and no blood anywhere except for her hair. It was dark, and clotted, completely soaked. As if she's tried to dye it red.

One thing you notice on treks is how little people wash. I always manage to find a stream, but on one trip there was a guy who didn't wash for six days. It was pretty disgusting.

My quotes are like an endless stream in the reality of life. Those who learn from what I share become the ground penetrating, mesmerizing forces, seen but unseen, to which no technology can detect. The forces which traverses the blood brain barrier leaving no visible mark on the M.R.I images.

The stream at the end of your street can be a place where you make contact with this whole other amazing world hidden right there beneath the surface. Fishing can be the passport to that world.

You had to be a plumber to fish that creek.

Today, I am a clear stream flowing softly through green meadows. I make my way swiftly but gently to my goals.

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.

It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream.

To sit in solitude, to think in solitude with only the music of the stream and the cedar to break the flow of silence, there lies the value of wilderness.

O Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.

Unpremeditated music is the true gauge which measures the current of our thoughts; the very undertow of our life's stream.

Passion is a realm of flow like a continuous flowing stream.

The waters of the stream played the part of the orchestra, and the sunlight provided the dancers. Every now and then a crescendo of wind highlighted the symphony in the clearing by the creek.

Never change horses in midstream.

If Moses is the fountainhead and Samuel the rapids of the prophetic stream, then Elijah shaped the course of the classical prophets.

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.It is not the effort nor the failure tires.The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.

The last peculiarity of consciousness to which attention is to be drawn in this first rough description of its stream is that… it is always interested more in one part of its object [thought] than in another, and welcomes and rejects, or chooses, all the while it thinks.

As we take, in fact, a general view of the wonderful stream of our consciousness, what strikes us first is this different pace of its parts. Like a bird's life, it seems to be made of an alternation of flights and perchings.

Consciousness… does not appear to itself chopped up in bits…. A "river" or a "stream" are the metaphors by which it is most naturally described. In talking of it hereafter, let us call it the stream of thought, of consciousness, or of subjective life.