It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

There will be a great loss of learning before the moon's full cycle is completed. Fire and floods will be fomented by ignorant rulers; much time will go by before it is rectified.

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.

The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.

I have a very good relation with rain. When I was born in Orissa, there were severe floods. Even now it rains on my birthday.

You know what the best thing is about falling out of love? It sets you free. Because when you're in love it is everything, it is imprisoning, it is all there is, and you'd do anything, anything to keep that love. But when it withers you can suddenly see the rest of the world again, everything else floods back into the places that love had monopolised.

The time of the autumn floods came and the hundred streams poured into the Yellow River. ? Then the Lord of the River was beside himself with Joy, believing that all the beauty in the world belonged to him alone.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect.

The world was floods above and fire below

Love is blind, they say--but isn't it more that love makes us see too much? Isn't it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.

The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.

God has cared for these trees saved them from drought disease avalanches and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.