A society should never become like a pond with stagnant water, without movement. That's the most important thing.
Love, we are a small pond.
Even those who venture to dip a toe in the pond of risk never allow themselves to get used to the water.
When the mind is turbulent, uncontrolled and restless, it is like a pond of water that is filled with mud. Therefore when we look within ourselves, all we perceive is the mud of our material conceptions of life. But when the mind is still through discipline, and through yoga, it is like a pond that has no waves and no turbulence. Then we can perceive through that crystal clear water the eternal nature of our soul.
The moon does not think to be reflected, nor does the water think to reflect, in the Hirosawa Pond.
You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top.
Like a stone thrown into a pond, a good deed can create ripples that extend far beyond the initial splash.
There is a vortex of energy at the bottom of Walden Pond. That's where the inter-dimensional opening is. As people swim in Old Walden Pond, it soothes them, it renews them. It's a little bit like the pool in Cocoon - I suppose, any power spot is.
I wrote a song at age five about algae on the pond by our house, then the next 'real' song was in fifth grade about an unrequited crush.
Knowledge can be like the skin on the surface of the water in a pond, or it can go all the way down to the mud. It can be the tiny tip of the iceberg or the whole hundred percent.
And strangely enoughthe only emotion I ever feel, is what the beaver must feel, as he bears each stick to his hidden construction, which creates the tranquil pond and gives the mallards somewhere to paddle, and the pair of swans a place to conceal their young
Bull markets go to people's heads. If you're a duck on a pond, and it's rising due to a downpour, you start going up in the world. But you think it's you, not the pond.
Empty the pond to get the fish.
If you purify the pond, the lilies die
Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.
Anytime that is ‘betwixt and between’ or transitional is the faeries’ favorite time. They inhabit transitional spaces: the bottom of the garden, existing in a space between manmade cultivation and wilderness. Look for them in the space between nurture and nature, they are to be found at all boarders and boundaries, or on the edges of water where it is neither land nor lake, neither path nor pond. They come when we are half-asleep. They come at moments when we least expect them; when our rational mind balances with the fluid irrational.
Swim out of your little pond.
In a bull market, one must avoid the error of the preening duck that quacks boastfully after a torrential rainstorm, thinking that its paddling skills have caused it to rise in the world. A right-thinking duck would instead compare its position after the downpour to that of the other ducks on the pond.
For hours, in fall days, I watched the ducks cunningly tack and veer and hold the middle of the pond, far from the sportsman;. . . but what beside safety they got by sailing in the middle of Walden I do not know, unless they love its water for the same reason that I do.
It's a poor frog that doesn't praise his own pond! - Donnie McClurkin