Quotes About Flow

In golf, there are times when you hit a ball so perfectly that you never feel the ball leave your club.

When I'm performing music, it's like I'm doing a big improv.

Sometimes in writing you have difficult periods and then other times it just flows.

On voudrait qu'un trait d'union existe, aussi infime soit-il, entre avant et après.

Nothing persists, said the ancient sages: everything changes, everything flows, everything becomes; consequently, everything remains and everything is connected; by further consequence the entire universe is opposition, balance, equilibrium. There is nothing, neither outside nor inside, apart from that eternal dance; and the rhythm that commands it,

Everything is energy in motion.

No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning.

The water from the river becomes salty when it reaches the ocean.

Nothing is permanent, change is constant. When we learn to ride these waves of changes everyday gracefully, we learn to stay in and enjoy the present moment.

instinct leads me to another flow

Conversation did not flow with the drink; it drowned in it.

If architecture is frozen music then music must be liquid architecture.

The deepest rivers flow with the least sound.

Don't fight forces; use them.

If I tell the truth—and I should, shouldn't I?—I translate books with my invented system because it makes time flow more gently. That's the primary reason, I think. As Camus said in The Fall: "Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.

The movement of life has to rest in its own music.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

They come from my imagination; for, as you know, truth is silent, and it is imagination only which waxes eloquent. Reality represses the flow of feeling like a rock; imagination cuts out a path for itself.

WOMAN, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.

How I have noiselessly floated down the stream of Time, Skipping from life to life, Changing from form to form. In the night, in the morning, All I received, I gave away In ever new gifts, In ever new songs. - Poem 8

As a calf nudges the cow's udder to stimulate the flow of milk and maternal love, so Mahendra's rage prodded Rajalakshmi into expressing her stifled maternal affection.

What I mean, King, is this. We are the true Renouncers, because change is our very secret. We lose, in order to find. We have no faith in the never-changing. What do you mean? Haven't you noticed the detachment of the rushing river, as it runs splashing from its mountain cave? It gives itself away so swiftly, and only thus it finds itself. What is never changing, for the river, is the desert sand, where it loses its course.