A dead thing goes with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it. — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
Streams may spring from one source, and yet some be clear and some be foul. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Virtue dwells at the head of a river, to which we cannot get but by rowing against the stream. — Owen Feltham Copy Share Image
“Rivers, water streams, water falls, water lakes, seas and oceans confirm Your creativity.” — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond? — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
All streams flow to the sea because it is lower than they are. Humility gives it its power. — Laozi Copy Share Image
To one man a stream is so much water-power, to another a rendezvous for lovers. — George Henry Lewes Copy Share Image
Great ideas are fish in a stream. Your pen/pencil is a spear. If you don't spear them, they'll swim on by. Be… — James Scott Copy Share Image
No longer dependent on 30 second spots, today's marketers need a never-ending stream of content. — David Louis Edelman Copy Share Image
A man should think when he fishing of all manner and shape of things, flowing as easily through the mind as the… — Roderick Haig-Brown Copy Share Image
The white light streams down to be broken up by those human prisms into all the colors of the rainbow. Take your… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The water in the stream may have changed many times, but the reflection of the moon and the stars remains the same. — Rumi Copy Share Image
Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials like streams… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Get in touch with yourself. The fountain of creativity begins with the stream of conscious thought flowing inside you. Open the floodgate… — Nita Leland Copy Share Image
The graceful tear that streams for others' Man is the weeping animal born to govern all the rest. — Pliny the Elder Copy Share Image
Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like… — Sarojini Naidu Copy Share Image
There is within me a friend who consoles me every time that troubles overwhelm me and misfortunes afflict me. The man who… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
it is only by expressing all that is inside that purer and purer streams come. ... Pour out the dull things on… — Brenda Ueland Copy Share Image
I have a similar affection for the parenthesis (but I always take most of my parentheses out, so as not to call… — Sarah Vowell Copy Share Image
Perhaps we are the same person. Perhaps we have no limits; perhaps we flow into each other, stream through each other, boundlessly… — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
I see an America whose rivers and valleys and lakes hills and streams and plains the mountains over our land and nature's… — Franklin D. Roosevelt Copy Share Image
The handling of our forests as a continuous, renewable resource means permanent employment and stability to our country life. The forests are… — Franklin D. Roosevelt Copy Share Image
It is a great, a pleasant thing to have a friend with whom to walk, untroubled, through the woods, by the stream,… — Catherine Drinker Bowen Copy Share Image
I've been making 16mm urban landscape films about San Francisco for many years. I choose different nonfiction themes to investigate and am… — Jenni Olson Copy Share Image
Nay! Alas for us all! And for all that walk in the world in these after-days. For such is the way of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When winter stern, his gloomy front uprears, A sable void the barren earth appears; The meads no more their former verdure boast,… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
Michael Bohn provides a rare opportunity to experience the American sporting scene in the Roaring Twenties. A constant stream of legendary characters… — Peter Golenbock Copy Share Image
It is that holy poetry and singing we are after. ... It is the wild singing we are after, our chance to… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays,… — Rachel Carson Copy Share Image
Before we go there and set up greenhouses, dance clubs, and falafel stands, let's make sure that, in some subtle form that… — David Grinspoon Copy Share Image