Quotes About Fluidity

Seagulls... slim yachts of the element.

It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away. And that this was a truth of life, not an illusion in the grieving mind of a child. Everything that is hard and heavy in your world is made up of billions of molecules in constant motion offering the illusion of permanence. But it all tends toward breaking down and falling away. Some things just go more quickly, more surprisingly, than others.

We pass between sea and sky with unaccountable, humiliating ease, as if there were no firmament between the firmaments, no above or below, here or there, now or then, with only the feeble conventions of language, our contrived principles, and our love of one another's light to keep our own light from going out; abandon any one of them, and we dissolve in darkness like salt in water.

You can't hold on to water or keep it from leaking away.

At one extreme...the hours seemed to aggregate and sell like a wave, swallowing huge chunks of her day. At the other extreme when her attention was disengaged and fractured she experienced time at its most granular wherein moments hung around like particles diffused and suspended and standing in water. There used to be a middle way, too, when her attention was focussed but vast and time felt like a limpid pool ringed by sunlit ferns.

Information is a lot like water; it's hard to hold on to, and hard to keep from leaking away.

Are you a male or a female or somewhere in between?

And because the stories were held here in fluid form, they retained the ability to change, to become new versions of themselves, to join up with other stories and so become yet other stories; so that unlike a library of books, the Ocean of the Streams of Story was much more than a storeroom of yarns. It was not dead but alive.

men and women and members of the genders beyond and in between

An army may be likened to water, for just as flowing water avoids the heights and hastens to the lowlands, so an army avoids strength and strikes weakness.

Een zee zonder golven is geen zee

A fluid choice, the choice of fantasy, is poured out on the ground and instantly hardens; it has taken its undeniable shape.

I hardly know the right terms for anything these days. Even if I did, I fear they would be the wrong ones by tomorrow morning.

Some men are like water. No matter how high they are lifted, they always yearn to return to the appropriate level.

Reality can be a bit of a moving target—literally.

Stay fluid and roll with those changes. Life is just a big extended improvisation.

Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.

I dance like the wind.

Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel.

Water was a wild, capricious substance: nothing solid, nothing permanent, nothing as it appeared.

The whole thing feels like a pool of water that I'm trying to hold in my hands.

What is time? he wrote in his pad. Must time occur in sequence—beginning to middle to end—or is this only one way to perceive it? Maybe time can spill and freeze and retreat; maybe time is like water, endlessly cycling through its states.

We know how to make flexibility when needed.

The market is moving so fast, there is nothing set into the wall. You need to be very, very flexible.