Quotes About Flow

Well, one doesn't try to hold Cass and Denny and Michelle together. It's a useless task to start with. You just sort of stay out of the way and let things roll as they can.

The way I work uses a very on-the-spot flow, and I write the lyrics and the music when I feel them coming.

And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.

When sequencing an album, you kind of have to look at it like you're making a movie with different acts, and you have ebb and flow, peaks and valleys. You want it to feel like a journey or a good movie or book where you can actually feel very satisfied at the ride at the end of it.

In the Middle Ages the flow of technology was overwhelmingly from Islam to Europe, rather than from Europe to Islam as it is today. Only after around A.D. 1500 did the net direction of flow begin to reverse.

But he knew that was his own fault. He hadn't asked the right question. Water flows in the channel that is provided for it. The wrong question created the wrong channel.

Water never disappears forever. It flows back into the sea, becomes rain, forms a river, fills a pond, or cascades down a mountain. In one way or another, it always returns. —"On the Way of Water," from the journal of Hayden Stone

Life never stood still, no matter how hard you tried to hold onto it.

In the past, catharsis was the purification of the passions by fire. Today it is their liquidation by flow.

Sizi sürükleyen dalgad?r,yaÅŸam bu; ne yarg?lanabilir, ne anla??labilir, b?rak?n gitsin demekten baÅŸka yapacak bir ÅŸey yok.

Perhaps this is how it is--life flowing smoothly over memory and history, the past returning or not, depending on the tide. History is a collection of found objects washed up through time. Goods, ideas, personalities, surface towards us, then sink away. Some we hook out, others we ignore, and as the pattern changes, so does the meaning. We cannot rely on the facts. Time, which returns everything, changes everything.

If time is a river then we shall all meet death by water.

London is perpetual; a constant streaming present hurrying towards a receding future.

I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.

Act without striving. Work without interfering. Find the flavour in what is flavourless.

If you want to accord with the Tao, just do your job, then let go.

I have always had a certain rhythmic approach to my work.

When I model, I pretty much blank. You can't think too much or it doesn't work.

A lot of my work just sort of flows and comes out of me and I don't know why or where.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Don't try to write through it, to force it. Many do, but that won't work. Just wait, it will come.

Being a professional woman, I function the best when I don't distinguish between work and play.

I try to work all over the canvas at once, because I feel that the forces of nature are unpredictable.

How Sunday into Monday melts!

Take your brush here and there like a bee in an alpine meadow. In other words, don't laboriously work on or try to finish off one particular part. Paint promiscuously.