I am roots in the earth. I am water that flows. I am grounded. I am Watcher.
Oil may run out, liquidity may dry up, but as long as ink flows freely, the next chapter of Life will continue to be written.
Gloating is a superficial glowing, floating is an idle flowing, and bloatedness is the paralysis of blowing up; because silent movement results in loud victories.
Sometimes it’s OK to go with the flow; you need not to be a winner, diverse, superior, special EVERYTIME.
Flow, I must remind you here is a being-systemic process. Depression is a being-systemic deregulation that affects the neurophysiological.
Never take yourself too seriously. Learn to let go and let the words flow.
Her life was like a burst of wild, flowing Chinese calligraphy, written under the influence of alcohol.
Our lives, our stories, flowed into one another's, were no longer our own, individual, discrete.
There is a coherence in things, a stability; something... is immune from change and shines out... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.
First people lose their hair, then their vices, then their motivation. Then a toupee brings it all flowing back.
In sandy soil, when deep you delve, you reach the springs below; The more you learn, the freer streams of wisdom flow.
My heart only grows more powerful the more my flowing love goes unabsorbed, unobserved, and unappreciated.
The world may be running out of water, but it isn’t running low on music. Let the dancing flow!
In the lobby of every business incubator there needs to be a bathtub, to get the ideas flowing. But to make it funktional, it needs to be used as a fish tank.
Love flows like flowers, and grows like water. I’m so thirsty for romance I could drink a dozen roses.
I have to say that I've always believed perfectionism is more of a disease than a quality. I do try to go with the flow but I can't let go.
We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.
Love is easy early on...its when the busyness of life creeps in and felling ebb and flow that real love shines through in small choices.
Streams of consequence flow from every action, and from every conflict there are two paths by which events may go.
Wisdom tells me I am nothing, love tells me I am everything. Between the two, my life flows.
To quench my longing I bent me low By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
