Your post reminded me of a wordplay that we have here in Brazil, I´ll try to translate the best I can:

Our fellings are like water.If you don´t let a water flow, it can become a bad (má in pt) water (agua in pt). It becomes a sorrow (mágua in pt)

It does not make too much sense in english, but I think you can get the ideia.
Thx for sharing this with us. I can´t remember who said this, but it goes something like this:

Everything that is alive is in movement. Even the stones are moving, so they are alive. You only stop moving when you die.

Cheers!