Quotes about flow
flow influence
It's not about money. The money will flow. It's about power and influence. Michael Ovitz
flower cutting tree
I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars. Michael Palin
flower rain black
We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam. Ray Bradbury
flower thinking sun
I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just one hour. Ray Bradbury
flower garden thinking
Have you ever watched the jet cars race on the boulevard?...I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly...If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! He'd say, that’s grass! A pink blur! That’s a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. Ray Bradbury
flow action catalyst
The flow from knowledge to action draws upon the complete person with his or her catalyst and synergistic potential. Ralph Nader
flower fists
I always held my flower in a clenched fist. Eric Hoffer
flower writing oddities
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. ... It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus. Enid Bagnold
flow seems slower
The flow (of traffic) seems to be slower than it used to be, so I think they're working.
flow shows traffic
The flow of traffic is easier. It shows well.
flow global goods happening point
The flow of goods is still happening around the world. That can only point to good things for the global economy.
flow stock
The flow in the stock is very big, which is also propping it up.
flower grows kindness maybe
The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, For kindness grows in this way.
flower generation machine magic sewing tradition
The flower generation tore tradition to shreds, but in the 1980s some magic sewing machine has stitched it all up again. Letitia Baldrige
flowing hard third time
The first third is always hard because I'm not loose, but by the time I get to the end I'm really flowing and feel really good. Steve Goodman
flower self essence
The essence of true nobility is neglect of self. Let the thought of self pass in, and the beauty of a great action is gone, like the bloom from a soiled flower. James Anthony Froude
flower blue sky
O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather. Helen Hunt
flower smell clothes
We evolved in a tropical climate where the smells of plants and flowers were all around us. We spent a lot of time in the trees with a lot of sunlight and no clothes. Helen Fisher
flow radical-change patterns
You can't make radical changes in the pattern of your life until you see yourself exactly as you are now. As soon as you do that changes will flow naturally. Henepola Gunaratana
flower rose thorns
Truths and roses have thorns about them. Henry David Thoreau
flower men law
Simplicity is the law of nature for men as well as for flowers. Henry David Thoreau
flower bells temples
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. Matsuo Basho
flower views blooming
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty. Matsuo Basho
flower long faces
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God. Matsuo Basho
flower thinking moon
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon. Matsuo Basho
flower book garden
There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between flowers of equal loveliness. ... The true anthologist has the greatest difficulty in finishing his book. There is always just one more, a new, delicious discovery. Mary Webb
flower white water
Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered Patricia Highsmith
flower miracle tree
Yes, it is true. I am a miracle. I am a miracle like a tree is a miracle, like a flower is a miracle. Now, if I am a miracle, can I do a bad thing? I can't, because I am a miracle, I am a miracle. . . . Pablo Casals
flower horizon each-day
In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave. Pablo Neruda
flower vases spurs
I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases..... Pablo Neruda
flower moving light
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others will not see, which maybe no one knew was growing like the red beginnings of a rose. In short, without your presence: without your coming suddenly, incitingly, to know my life, gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind: since then I am because you are, since then you are, I am, we are, and through love I will be, you will be, we will be. Pablo Neruda
flower air dust
We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers. Pablo Neruda
flower love-you kissing
I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses. Pablo Neruda