Quotes About Flow

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

The true but rare runner's high is a zone that we enter when everything seems to click perfectly, when time stands still, and when we can run almost without effort.

For all at last return to the sea- to Oceanus, the ocean river, like the ever-flowing stream of time, the beginning and the end.

I spend a lot of time working as a painter and in my studio I go from upstairs where I paint to downstairs where I play and record, so I get this thing crossing over.

Space. The continual becoming: invisible fountain from which all rhythms flow and to which they must pass. Beyond time or infinity

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

Time slows down. Self vanishes. Action and Awareness merge. Welcome to Flow.

Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.

Rhythm is form cut into time.

Time is a river, and books are boats.

There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

Playing football was like being trapped in a rhythm, and my whole career was like that. You have very little time to switch off.

Drawing takes time. A line has time in it

Absolute, true and mathematical time, of itself, and from its own nature flows equably without relation to anything external.

If you see a Renaissance body, this is completely ugly in this time. Everybody has to be skinny. But the Renaissance body with incredible flow of the meat everywhere, it was beauty.

One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all.

Time is like the wind, it lifts the light and leaves the heavy.

People come and go all the time; the world has always been in movement.

Since time is a continuum, the moment is always different, so the music is always different.

Time in its irresistible and ceaseless flow carries along on its flood all created things and drowns them in the depths of obscurity.

It's like . . . time is flowing backward. We're caveman archeologists in the ruins of the future.

If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.

Nae man can tether time nor tide.

It was never meant to be permanent. You must have known the tide would come back in.