Janet Echelman Quotes

The silver Thames takes some part of this county in its journey to Oxford.

I love the sounds and the power of pounding water, whether it is the waves or a waterfall.

Most of my friends surfed, so we would go before school, after school - literally, whenever we could.

My first idea of movement, of the dance, certainly came from the rhythm of the wave.

Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

Life in the ocean makes Earth hospitable. We are sailing along in the universe and we have a blue engine that is making everything alright.

The smallest oceans still make big big waves.

Myriad laughter of the ocean waves.

As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean: "Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it." "What’s that?" Anna asked. "Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time.

When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.

It's nice sometimes to be the river rather than the rock.

Creative people are all there, totally immersed, fascinated and absorbed in the present, in the current situation, in the here-now, with the matter-in-hand.

They say you can never step in the same river twice. New water flows in, replacing the old and continually renewing the river. The Senate is the same.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

Stories are like a river that flows - you dip a bucket in it

The river where you set your foot just now is gone-those waters give way to this, now this.

Faith does not need to push the river because faith is able to trust that there is a river. The river is flowing. We are in it.

Time has a certain current to it, and it wants to flow in a certain direction.

If you know which way the current is going, you can use it to your advantage.

Waves, once they land on the beach, are not reversible.

Loving another person is not separate from loving God. One is a single wave, the other is the ocean.

No permanence is ours, we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds.

A black-crowned night heron stood on an apron of wet sand, looking across the channel. The feather plume at the back of his head lifted in a faint breeze. Out there the channel churned its cyclonic eddies counterclockwise. Schools of anchovies, halibut, and sea bass came and went: silver flashes, small storms that well up from the inside of the sea but are short-lived, like lightning.

It's like you're surfing... The same wave that can be a source of pain can be a beautiful flowing grace and source of power. It's all a matter of how you respond to it.