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It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.
And in the fountain squatted a giant crab.
I'm not talking 'giant' like $7.99 all-you-can-eat Alaskan king crab. I'm talking 'giant' like bigger than the fountain.
Regeneration is the fountain; sanctification is the river.
Water from a fountain quenches the excessive heat which would destroy this life. Thus water can be called the only everlasting source of continuous being.
The fountain of beauty is the heart and every generous thought illustrates the walls of your chamber.
A word drops into the mist
like a child's ball into high grass
where it remains seductively
flashing and glinting until
the gold bursts are revealed to be
simply field buttercups.
Word/mist, word/mist: thus it was with me.
Let me just say something that I forgot, I also hoped and this was very true in the beginning - that this would also be a place that people would be able to walk in to the fountain and use it in a nice way of reading and examining the quotations on the blocks.
A jug fill drop by drop.
the large buckets about the
Be a fountain, not a drain.
I am the running brook that soothes your soul.
The fountain has not played itself out, the Flame still shines, the River still flows, the Spring still bubbles forth, the Light has not faded. But between us and It, there is a veil which is more like fifty feet of solid concrete. Deus absconditus. Or we have absconded.
See yonder rock from which the fountain gushes; is it less compact of adamant, though waters flow from it? Firm hearts have moister eyes.
I wrote to you months ago and you sent him here on an errand about water fountains."
"He said you loved water fountains.
Would the fountain of your mind were clear again,
that I might water an ass at it!
...water laughing softly down a black stone wall.
Fountains of inconvenient feeling - and toward the frantic enticements of
I have often found a small stream at its fountain-head, that, when followed up, carried away the camel with his load.
My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself see not the bottom of it.
He who has access to the fountain does not go to the water-pot.
Pleasure, that immortal essence, the beauteous bead sparkling in the cup, effervesces soon and subsides.
You are a fountain of love and a thunder of beauty.
The cows hovered over the mountain
Creating a huge pooping fountain
All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.
The words you speak into your life are the fountain you swim it.
I drink from a small spring,
my thirst exceeds the ocean.
A river continually fed by a living fountain may as soon end its streams before it come to the ocean, as a stop be put to the course and progress of grace before it issue in glory.
Thought is the fount of action, life, and manifestation; make the fountain pure, and all will be pure.
A kind of love to the cheerful little stream arose in my heart. It was born in a desert; but it seemed to say to itself, I will flow, and sing, and lave my banks, till I make my desert a paradise.
So if I decide to leap for The Fountain when I finish this memo, I want to make one thing perfectly clear - I would genuinely love to make that leap, and if I don't I will always consider it a mistake and a failed opportunity, one of the very few serious mistakes of my First Life that is now ending.
You must intensify and render continuous by repeatedly presenting with suggestive ideas and mental pictures of the feast of good things, and the flowing fountain, which awaits the successful achievement or attainment of the desires.
The stream sings a subdued music, a scarcely audible lilt, faint and fluid syllables not quite said. It slips away into its future, where it already is, and flows steadily forth from up the canyon, a fountain of rumors from regions known to it and not to me.
The blood, the fountain whence the spirits flow The generous stream that waters every part, And motion, vigor, and warm life conveys To every particle that moves or lives.
If throwing coins into a fountain made wishes, what did the tears of a broken-hearted girl make? The
The will of this boy thief flows in golden streams. It is the thread with which I weave, the colors with which I paint, the element with which I create.
Be like the fountain that overflows, not like the cistern that merely contains.
At Learning's fountain it is sweet to drink,
But 'tis a nobler privilege to think.
I understood why Leo called the fountain Baby Niagara. Because once you see something big, you can't help seeing it in everything small.
What a great genius this water is! It has thousands of different beautiful faces: It is a rainbow, an ocean, a lake, an iceberg, a waterfall, a river, a drop, a fog ... What a great genius this water is!
Built universal fountains for others; let people benefit from those fountains long after you are gone!
Surely there is no greater gift to a man than that which turns all his aims into parching lips and all life into a fountain.
Purple irises from a bucket on Market Street. The
Creativity is the fountain of genius.
Your soul fountain will never drain until the instant of eternity will halt before it to drink the water of death.
The fountain of contentment must spring up in the mind.
In a cement park across the street is this giant sculpture. It is a giant umbrella frame lying on its side. It's green. Stand under it, during a rainstorm, you'll still get wet - that's why it's art.
Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.
I'm particularly fond of the Mulholland Fountain, at Riverside Drive and Los Feliz Boulevard, when it turns colors at night.
This constant basso on the horizon
is it the waterfall
or the cannon
("Poem")
The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind in the water.
Behind them the solemn-faced warriors stood, engraved into the vast double doors of the mansion. In front of them, the fountain lay broken into three large chunks and a mass of smaller rocks, scattered around.
I listen to the rainfall,
my words wanna flow!
Droplets run down the wall,
where do they go?
Letters in the raw,
mesh together for the show!
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start.
From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.
When you drink of the water, don't forget the spring from which it flows.
Just because an old fountain gives no more water, it cannot be despised because with the water it provided once, many trees grew up, many thirsty has quenched their thirsts!
Flowing water is at once a picture and a music, which causes to flow at the same time from my brain, like a limpid and murmuring rivulet, sweet thoughts, charming reveries, and melancholy remembrances.
Before there was any water there were tides of fire, both our tones flow from the older fountain.
The long blue shadows of afternoon advanced before me like cheerful ghosts of last summer's growth, dancing past the withered flower borders and the stiff hedges to fall at the feet of a stone nymph, her cascade of water frozen in her urn.
water wants to flow,
I'm so thirsty I could inhale a waterfall.
Pulque - lightning nectar for the Gods.
Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.
My poems are like a dagger Sprouting flowers from the hilt; My poetry is like a fountain Sprinkling streams of coral water.
All the friends in the world are in the fountain of a pen.
What river can flood over the mountains of your love?
I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim
Noon was approaching and the shadows under the sycamores were thin and short. The surface of the blue-tiled fish-pond was glassily still and water splashed monotonously into the fountain's basins. Khaemwaset held his fingers under the glittering flow and found it silky and warm.
While I recommend studying the art from artists, Nature is and must be the fountain which alone is inexhaustible, and from which all excellences must originally flow.
Fountain of Love my source is in thee - Loving thy will my spirit is free - Beautiful day when all of us see - The hope of the world is Love!
Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.
The pale water which goes away along paths of silence.
The pitcher goes so often to the fountain that if gets broken.
Joy bubbles on a fountain of doubt.-Alison Croggon
Turner watercolour
He remembered that, after digging for a little, the water oozes round your finger-tips; the hole then becomes a moat; a well; a spring; a secret channel to the sea.
The water never stops, never gives up, and denies no faults in the path it takes," he explained, my eyes still focused down the ravine, "It moves silently, only a mere trickle to entertain itself as it causes a massive gash in the world. This, Zack, is true power.
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
From RIVER
My body is filled with sand. The heavy grains flow from my eyes and seek somewhere to fall.
Speak to me friends. Tell me I am free to go now, for I need to sit alone in the sun on the river bank, juggling pebbles.
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble.
Found objects, chance creations, ready-mades (mass-produced items promoted into art objects, such as Duchamp's "Fountain"-urinal as sculpture) abolish the separation between art and life. The commonplace is miraculous if rightly seen.
Mothers are the fountain of creation
You won't believe it but
I quench my thirst
by drinking from a mirage.
Leaving the air crystal and sweet and the dusty, used leaves sparkling. The lake surface was a diamond-dusted, dancing indigo ...
The fountain of youth with the youthful young musician is one meaning, and the fountain of youth with the youthful energy of the leader is another meaning.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench
Creativity is fluid, like the fountainhead from within you, flowing out.
Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
my life is a pond filled with stones - tossed and rippled by children at play
The green garden, moonlit pool, lemons, lovers, and fish are all dissolved in the opal sky, across which, as the horns are joined by trumpets and supported by clarions there rise white arches firmly planted on marble pillars ...
I wish to cup knowledge in my hand and drink it as one drinks water by the side of the stream.
Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so?
Some men make gain a fountain, whence proceeds
A stream of liberal and heroic deeds;
The swell of pity, not to be confined
Within the scanty limits of the mind.
some poems froth
and foam and rise...
out of my morning cup of
mist-sweetened coffee.
I turned, ran, fired the shotgun into the air and shouted, "Bomb! There's a bomb in the fountain! Everybody run for your lives! Please don't not panic!
Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.
'Fountain of youth' is actually kind of ambiguous - does it mean a way to make everyone healthy and let them live indefinitely? Or are we talking about something that would reset you physically to the way you were in your youth, which for various reasons not all of us would be enthused about?
When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.
Water astonishing and difficult altogether makes a meadow and a stroke.