Quotes About Stream

The starry fable of the milky way Has not the story's purity; it is A constellation of a sweeter ray, And sacred Nature triumphs more in this Reverse of her decree, that in the abyss Where sparkle distant worlds: -- Oh, holiest nurse! No drop of that clear stream its way shall miss To thy sire's heart, replenishing its source With life, as our freed souls rejoin the universe.

The starry fable of the milky way Has not thy story's purity; it is A constellation of a sweeter ray, And sacred Nature triumphs more in this Reverse of her decree, that in the abyss Where sparkle distant worlds: -- Oh, holiest nurse! No drop of that clear stream its way shall miss To thy sire's heart, replenishing its source With life, as our freed souls rejoin the universe.

The starry fable of the milky way Has not thy story's purity; it is A constellation of a sweeter ray, And sacred Nature triumphs more in this Reverse of her decree, than in the abyss Where sparkle distant worlds: - Oh, holiest nurse! No drop of that clear stream its way shall miss To thy sire's heart, replenishing its source With life, as our freed souls rejoin the universe.

Every little pebble in the stream believes itself to be a precious stone.

The sun sets in the cold without friends Without reproaches after all it has done for us It goes down believing in nothing When it has gone I hear the stream running after it It has brought its flute it is a long way

Stranger: 'Are not thought and speech the same, with this exception, that what is called thought is the unuttered conversation of the soul with herself? Theatetus: Quite true. Stranger: But the stream of thought which flows through the lips and is audible is called speech? Theatetus: True. Stranger: And we know that there exists in speech... Theatetus: What exists? Stranger: Affirmation Theatetus: Yes, we know it.

He paused in his drinking to watch torsional fish, their fins wimpling as they swam through the sun-pierced pools in which the descending stream periodically gathered itself.

The truth is always of use, madonna," he answered, eyes fixed on the slender stream. "It has the value of rarity, you know.

I found the rooted silence, rushing stream, and rustling leaves balm to the spirit.

It was very, very peaceful, and all of a sudden I found myself shaking so hard that I had to sit down on the stream bank. Anytime. It could happen anytime, and just this fast. I wasn't sure which seemed most unreal; the bear's attack, or this, the soft summer night, alive with promise. I rested my head on my knees, letting the sickness, the residue of shock, drain away.

If you feel like you're growing distant from your soul, come back to your home and go to a sacred mountain. Stay at that mountain. Stay at that mountain until you gain strength from a rock with warm sunlight, wash away the hurt and sadness of the world in a gently flowing stream, and the trees, that wave their hands to you like a warm friend, will lend you wisdom.

She was tired of sad modern endings. She was tired of modern sadness and ennui. She narrated things calmly and swiftly like and easy-running stream

Don't blame the stream. Blame the dumbass who climbed into a laundry cart when it was parked at the top of a hill.

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.

The water was so cold it made her arms ache, and she soon decided to let the fast-running stream do the washing for her. She soaped the garments well, weighted them down with stones, and then went to join the boys.

Life was what happened when all the what-if's didn't, when what you dreamed or hoped or—in this case—feared might come to pass passed by instead. Alex had spent enough nights thinking of good fortune, of how it was thin as a veil, how seamlessly you might stream from one side to the other.

Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go.

Maybe what has to happen is that the individual must allow himself to be swept along, must find himself in the stream of no-choice, the single direction. This is what makes things inevitable. You use the restrictions and penalties they invent to make yourself stronger. History means to merge. The purpose of history is to climb out of your own skin.

People will not die. Isn't this the creed of the new culture? People will be absorbed in streams of information. I know nothing about this. Computers will die. They're dying in their present form. They're just about dead as distinct units.

Each time you ask for guidance and act on the wisdom you receive, you align your mind with the mind of God; you tap into a stream of conscious guidance that is divine intuition.

Just like that bird am I in loss of time, Whene'er I venture on the stream of rhyme; With shatter'd boat, oar snapt, and canvass rent, I slowly sail, scarce knowing my intent; Still scooping up the water with my fingers, In which a trembling diamond never lingers.

E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream thy flowing wounds supply, redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.

There is nothing more eloquent in Nature than a mountain stream.

Night is coming on and I am filled with indescribable loneliness. Felt feverish; bathed in a black, silent stream;