Quotes About Flow

I really feel like life will dictate itself. You should allow it to unfold as naturally as possible. Just go with the flow. When you're really desperate, you say a few prayers and hope for the best. That's the way I've always lived my life.

as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

I had no schedule, no plan for today or the next, or the week after. Everything in my life just seemed to kind of roll together, collect speed and go thundering downhill.

There is an unseen river of communication that forever flows -- dark and powerful.

The glow, over the horizon, flows, as if the moon is riding on something.

It is better to bow to the dictates of the wind than to try to chase or chain it.

We are the flow; we are the ebb. We are the weavers; we are the web.

You're actually inside the surfboard... you're inside the landscape around you and the ocean is surging, you get totally inside the moment and it's so intense that time disappears, you disappear.

It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.

I'm unstuck in time. Also, I juggle like mad and have made myself efficient.

Time neither moves nor is stationary. Time changes.

Time does not pass, it merely changes.

Dance is the only thing that lets you lose yourself and find yourself at the same time.

I don't tend to say it's time for one of this or that genre. Things flow to you in a strange way, and why you bump into a certain kind of thing in one moment is...it's hard to explain.

We change and it's uncomfortable. We flow for a time and then it's awkward.

The dreams of existence of that we call time, space, matter, subject, object, yin, yang - everything flows forth from this tai chi.

You create time by joining events together. But they don't join together; there's no separativity.

Everything around us is shifting all the time. Energy is moving in all things. What gives energy a continuity, what creates a pattern, is you.

No one can tell time except approximately, time never stands still to be named.

Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not till then.

Onward and sublime Will ever glide The silent stream of Time, That bears us on its tide.

Time runs and flows and only our death succeeds in catching up with it. Photography is a blade which, in eternity, impales the dazzling moment.

Time pulses from the afternoon like blood from a serious wound.

On day is pressed on by another.