I am too much of a skeptic to deny the possibility of anything. Life and Letters of Thomas Henry Huxley
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Quote:- I am uncomfortably, acutely aware of the passage of time, and have lived much of my life with a sense that the time that I have been granted is, as they say, borrowed.
Brief Answers to the Big Questions
Author:- Stephen Hawking
Category:- time
Quote:- I am unlovable...I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn't work. Something in me is broken or missing and sooner or later the other person catches me Acting or one of Those Nights comes along.
Darkly Dreaming Dexter
Author:- Jeff Lindsay
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- I am using the word theory as a scientist means it: a set of ideas so well established by observations and physical models that it is essentially indistinguishable from fact. That is different from the colloquial use that means "guess." To a scientist, you can bet your life on a theory. Remember, gravity is "just a theory" too.
Death from the Skies!: These Are the Ways the World Will End...
Author:- Philip C. Plait
Category:- science
Quote:- I Am VerticalBut I would rather be horizontal.I am not a tree with my root in the soilSucking up minerals and motherly loveSo that each March I may gleam into leaf,Nor am I the beauty of a garden bedAttracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,Unknowing I must soon unpetal.Compared with me, a tree is immortalAnd a flower-head not tall, but more startling,And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.Sometimes I think that when I am sleepingI must most perfectly resemble them--Thoughts gone dim.It is more natural to me, lying down.Then the sky and I are in open conversation,And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me."I Am Vertical", 28 March 1961
The Collected Poems
Author:- Sylvia Plath
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I am very much out of my element here. There are moments, listening to the conversations going on around me, when I feel I am going to lose my mind. Earlier today, I heard someone say the words, "I felt at one with the divine source of creation." Mary Roach on a conducted tour of Hades. I had to fight the urge to push back my chair and start screaming: STAND BACK! ALL OF YOU! I'VE GOT AN ARTHUR FINDLAY BOX CUTTER! Instead, I quietly excused myself and went to the bar, to commune with spirits I know how to relate to.
Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife
Author:- Mary Roach
Category:- science
Quote:- I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy
A Coney Island of the Mind
Author:- Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I am what some would say 'holy, and wholly other than you.' The problem is that many folks try to grasp some sense of who I am by taking the best version of themselves, projecting that to the nth degree, factoring in all the goodness they can perceive, which often isn't much, and then call that God. And while it may seem like a noble effort, the truth is that it falls pitifully short of who I really am. I'm not merely the best version of you that you can think of. I am far more than that, above and beyond all that you can ask or think.
The Shack
Author:- William P. Young
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am, also, much more than that. So are we all.
Notes of a Native Son
Author:- James Baldwin
Category:- time
Quote:- I am whatever I need to be to survive. Roles are as interchangeable as clothes and there are enough fools out there for me to live a long and prosperous life. The role I’ll play next is that of executioner, Rondo replied, grinning at each pause.
Into a Dark Adventure
Author:- Belart Wright
Category:- motivational
Quote:- I am wonderfully & beautifully created in the image of God.
The Epitome of Kimmy: Accept & Embrace It All
Author:- Kimberly Anne Bell
Category:- Life
Quote:- I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.
Author:- Frances Hodgson Burnett
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- I am your stardust each inch below your skin layers, each drop in your veins.When I breathe your heart beats.
Rose From the Moon
Author:- Ilda Kunic
Category:- Love
Quote:- I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed
"I Am": The Selected Poetry of John Clare
Author:- John Clare
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
"I Am": The Selected Poetry of John Clare
Author:- John Clare
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
Ulysses
Author:- James Joyce
Category:- time
Quote:- I am, and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, and the dreamer of improbable dreams.
Author:- Eleventh Doctor
Category:- hope
Quote:- I Am!I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
"I Am": The Selected Poetry of John Clare
Author:- John Clare
Category:- poetry