Quotes About Fluidity

Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.

Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman.

Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman... Nature provides exceptions to every rule.

In the fluid world of 1919, it was possible to dream of great change, or have nightmares about the collapse of order.

In this manner, language becomes a medium that allows the conscious and unconscious realms to come together in a fluid manner. From this viewpoint, self-stories are effective not so much because they help us make sense of our lives, but because they give us access to the spirited liveliness of language. Indeed, to the extent that our identities are tied to discursive structures, it could be argued that the mobility of language is directly linked to the flexibility of being.

los conflictos son útiles porque aportan fluidez a un mundo demasiado estático.

Dado que el ser humano está conectado tanto con el mundo de la materia como con el del espíritu, necesitamos de ambos hemisferios para movernos de una manera fluida.

Conversationally, we were Fred and Ginger -- spin, slide, shuffle, bend.

That was liquid football

I've always felt that sexuality is a really slippery thing. In this day and age, it tends to get categorized and labeled, and I think labels are for food. Canned food.

I do wish I could tell you my age but it's impossible. It keeps changing all the time.

Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman.

Truth is emotional, it's fluid, and above all, it's human. No matter how quick we get with computers, no matter how much information we have, you'll never be able to remove the human from the truth-seeking exercise.

There was a beautiful duality to her energy, both girlish and boyish.

The trouble with life ... is its amorphousness, its ridiculous fluidity. Look at it: thinly plotted, largely themeless, sentimental and ineluctably trite. The dialogue is poor, or at least violently uneven. The twists are either predictable or sensationalist. And it's always the same beginning; and the same ending.

The first is extreme flexibility which will enable one to take advantage of fleeting opportunities. Said Sun Tzu, "an army is like water which adapts itself to the configuration of the ground.

My beloved is only water, which is always flowing, and doesn't deceive, which is always flowing, and doesn't change, which is always flowing, and doesn't end.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls

One of the things I've learned is never to horde ideas, because either they are not so relevant or they've gone stale. Whatever it is, pour it out.

Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. Now, you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend. Bruce Lee

Their hands were on each other—on Zee with her curated boyish look and Noelle with her carefully feminine look that was slightly tempered by the nearly shaved head and prominent hipbones and the careful comportment, giving her the quality of one of those artist's mannequins. The arms and leges could be rearranged any way you liked, link by link, and this was what sex was too, when power was fluid. You could rearrange the other person, and the could rearrange you.

English, like water, will find its own level. The language itself through usage and natural selection will see that what is survivable will survive.

Falling is one of the ways of moving.