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Flowing Quotes (page 16)

and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart. Virginia Woolf
I should be at peace. I have understood. Don't some say that peace comes when you understand? I have understood. I should be at peace. Who said that peace derives from the contemplation of order, order understood, enjoyed, realized without residuum, in joy and truimph, the end of effort? All is clear, limpid; the eye rests on the whole and on the parts and sees how the parts have conspired to make the whole; it perceives the center where the lymph flows, the breath, the root of the whys.... Umberto Eco
Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself...the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain...remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder. Sylvia Plath
I knew that my brother would still be a part of this world no matter what happened next. I felt my love for him so deeply that my blood seemed to flow down the street to him. My blood sang out my prayer for Luis even while he was still living in our world. Alice Hoffman
Margaret Atwood quote: "And consider: it is loss to which everything flows, absence in..."
And consider: it is loss to which everything flows, absence in which everything flowers Margaret Atwood
In sport the mind serves as the acolyte and apprentice of the body. Nothing interferes with the flow of the game more than the athlete who obsesses about his every move on the court. You move, you react, you recover, you drive, and the thinking is seamless and invisible in the secret codes of your game. Pat Conroy
...Anand, look at the back of my hands. No hair. The sign of an advanced race, boy. And look at yours. No hair either. But you never know. With some of your mother's bad blood flowing in your veins you could wake up one morning and find yourself hairy like a monkey V. S. Naipaul
the fact that different cultures have different practices no more refutes [moral] objectivism than the fact that water flows in different directions in different places refutes the law of gravity David Hume
Haruki Murakami quote: "A gentle silence descended on them, suggestive of the flow of..."
A gentle silence descended on them, suggestive of the flow of time. Haruki Murakami
Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui. In the green fields of Lebennin! Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea. The white lilies sway, And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin. In the green fields of Lebennin, In the wind from the Sea! J. R. R. Tolkien
A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words. F. Scott Fitzgerald
The bounds of a personality are not reproducible by a sharp black line, but...each of us flows imperceptibly into adjacent people and things. Edith Wharton
But for the man who watches the leaves trembling in the wind’s breath, the rivers meandering through the meadows, life twisting and turning and swirling through things, men living, doing good and evil, the sea rolling its waves and the sky with its expanse of lights, and who asks himself why these leaves are there, why the water flows, why life itself is such a terrible torrent plunging towards the boundless ocean of death in which it will lose itself, why men walk about, labor like ants, why... Gustave Flaubert
My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express themby which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents. Jane Austen
Sometimes when I'm alone. I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form. I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why. Tupac Shakur

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