Quotes About Flow

Love is like a faucet: it turns on and off.

Our nature lies in movement; complete calm is death.

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

Rivers are roads which move, [8] and which carry us whither we desire to go.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.

I rained every time I moved.

The Tides themselves are full of movement and power so that, while they may not exactly be alive, neither are they not-alive.

This is what I call a Distributary World – it was created by ideas flowing out of another world. This world could not have existed unless that other world had existed first. Whether this world is still dependent on

Perhaps, I muse, this is the pace at which the Creator thinks, in this weighty, graceful, liquid manner—like blood flows, not like synapses fire.

And also, such waters never stop as long as there's life in me. There's no end to piss and spit.

The stream that hustles us Neither nourishes nor heals.

the incessant seethe of grasses

Pensé que la letra minúscula al principio podía significar que nunca nada era en su comienzo realmente nuevo, con mayúscula, sino que todo fluía de lo anterior.

The blood jet is poetry, There is no stopping it. 'Kindness' by Sylvia Plath

Allí donde se dirige la atención, fluye la energía y aparecen los resultados».

Sabías que en el universo no hay ninguna línea recta? La vida no se mueve en líneas perfectamente rectas, sino

We are the music while the music lasts.

There is only the dance.

The River Unceasing appears to be just a line of water, flowing from here to there. Yet he is more. Much more. He is all that he is—including whatever hides beneath the surface.

Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while she talks. Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands; (slowly twisting the lilac stalks) You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and has no remorse And smiles at situations which it cannot see. I smile, of course, And go on drinking tea.

At the still point, there the dance is.

Oh, the Ocean is a question But the River is an answer With her rollicking and frolicking As fine as any dancer

Memories are like water.

On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding.