Its like a dream... its like a painting. I want heaven to look exactly like this. A Thousand Boy Kisses
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Quote:- Its never a bad day, its bad few minutes that you stretch all day.
Wealth of Words
Author:- Amit Kalantri
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Its so easy for them to judge when they are already succesful, but instead on bringing us down, Why not lift us ? Give us motivation to continue.
Author:- Heather mae buban
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Its the fate of all creators: They fall in love with their creations.
Eve & Adam
Author:- Michael Grant
Category:- science
Quote:- Izzi: Remember Moses Morales? Tom Verde: Who? Izzi: The Mayan guide I told you about. Tom Verde: From your trip. Izzi: Yeah. The last night I was with him, he told me about his father, who had died. Well Moses wouldn't believe it. Tom Verde: Izzi... Izzi: [embraces Tom] No, no. Listen, listen. He said that if they dug his father's body up, it would be gone. They planted a seed over his grave. The seed became a tree. Moses said his father became a part of that tree. He grew into the wood, into the bloom. And when a sparrow ate the tree's fruit, his father flew with the birds. He said... death was his father's road to awe. That's what he called it. The road to awe. Now, I've been trying to write the last chapter and I haven't been able to get that out of my head! Tom Verde: Why are you telling me this? Izzi: I'm not afraid anymore, Tommy.
The Fountain
Author:- Darren Aronofsky
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- J. Robert Oppenheimer observed people’s reaction to the use of nuclear weapons and he said, A few people laughed. A few people cried. Most people were silent. If we keep silent and sit on the sidelines instead of speaking up and marching forward, human suffering will continue and inevitably escalate.
The Transhumanism Handbook
Author:- Newton Lee
Category:- science
Quote:- J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyèreL'automne est morte souviens-t'enNous ne nous verrons plus sur terreOdeur du temps brin de bruyèreEt souviens-toi que je t'attends
Alcools
Author:- Guillaume Apollinaire
Category:- poetry
Quote:- J'ai lu les postmodernistes avec un certain intérêt avec même admiration. Mais quand je les lis, j'ai toujours cet horrible sentiment lancinant que quelque chose d'absolument essentiel est oublié. Plus on dit qu'une personne est un produit social, ou un confluent de forces ou fragmentée, ou marginalisée et plus on ouvre tout un nouveau monde d'excuses.
Author:- Robert C. Solomon
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- J'aimais sincèrement le mariage. J'aimais ouvrir les yeux le matin, étirer les bras et trouver ce corps chaud à côté du mien, entendre sa respiration apaisée, les yeux fermés et la bouche ouverte, un petit sentier de salive cheminant sur l'oreiller. J'aimais manger accompagné, cuisiner à deux, marcher en couple, partager une bouteille [...]. J'aimais beaucoup l'observation mutuelle, le signalement permanent des défauts de l'autre, qui comme une piqûre nécessaire, indispensable, pour dégonfler la vanité de chacun et surtout celle du macho arrogant. Je trouvais confortable la familiarité de l'odeur, des habitudes et même des tics et gestes [...]
Angosta
Author:- Héctor Abad Faciolince
Category:- Love
Quote:- Ja, wir wussten viel und fühlten wenig. Wir durften es nicht fühlen und hörten doch T. S. Elliot fragen: "Where is the wisdom we lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we lost in information?".Hörten es und häuften mehr Informationen auf. Als bräuchten wir zum Handeln einen neuen Klimabericht, einen Schadensbericht über die Weltmeere, den Regenwald, die grassierende Armut. Aber aus all den Fakten ist keine Praxis entsprungen, die auf der Höhe der drohenden Zukunft wäre.Das Gefühl ist ein schlechter Ratgeber, sagen wir immer noch - als ob der gesunde Menschenverstand ein besserer wäre! - und stärken unser Immunsystem durch Bilder vom Schwund der Menschen, der ertrinkenden, zerbombten, ausgesetzten Menschen, die wir in keine Erzählung bringen, nicht weiterdenken, nicht weiter fühlen wollen. (Seite 26-27)
Wer wir waren
Author:- Roger Willemsen
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Jack hadn’t thought of love as a promise before—a promise that, even when the world was falling down around him, would stay kept. But without Sutton saying a word, he knew that there would be comfort when he couldn’t sleep tonight. And tomorrow and the day after, there would be a home to go to, even if it was no more than a pair of arms around him and a head tucked close to his in the darkness.
Whistling in the Dark
Author:- Tamara Allen
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Jack took two steps towards the couch and then heard his daughter’s distressed wails, wincing. Oh, right. The munchkin.He instead turned and headed for the stairs, yawning and scratching his messy brown hair, calling out, Hang on, chubby monkey, Daddy’s coming.Jack reached the top of the stairs.And stopped dead.There was a dragon standing in the darkened hallway.At first, Jack swore he was still asleep. He had to be. He couldn’t possibly be seeing correctly.And yet the icy fear slipping down his spine said differently.The dragon stood at roughly five feet tall once its head rose upon sighting Jack at the other end of the hallway. It was lean and had dirty brown scales with an off-white belly. Its black, hooked claws kneaded the carpet as its yellow eyes stared out at Jack, its pupils dilating to drink him in from head to toe. Its wings rustled along its back on either side of the sharp spines protruding down its body to the thin, whip-like tail. A single horn glinted sharp and deadly under the small, motion-activated hallway light.The only thing more noticeable than that were the many long, jagged scars scored across the creature’s stomach, limbs, and neck. It had been hunted recently. Judging from the depth and extent of the scars, it had certainly killed a hunter or two to have survived with so many marks.Okay, Jack whispered hoarsely. Five bucks says you’re not the Easter Bunny.The dragon’s nostrils flared. It adjusted its body, feet apart, lips sliding away from sharp, gleaming white teeth in a warning hiss. Mercifully, Naila had quieted and no longer drew the creature’s attention. Jack swallowed hard and held out one hand, bending slightly so his six-foot-two-inch frame was less threatening. Look at me, buddy. Just keep looking at me. It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you. Why don’t you just come this way, huh?He took a single step down and the creature crept forward towards him, hissing louder. That’s right. This way. Come on.Jack eased backwards one stair at a time. The dragon let out a warning bark and followed him, its saliva leaving damp patches on the cream-colored carpet. Along the way, Jack had slipped his phone out of his pocket and dialed 9-1-1, hoping he had just enough seconds left in the reptile’s waning patience.9-1-1, what’s your emergency?Listen to me carefully, Jack said, not letting his eyes stray from the dragon as he fumbled behind him for the handle to the sliding glass door. He then quickly gave her his address before continuing. There is an Appalachian forest dragon in my house. Get someone over here as fast as you can.We’re contacting a retrieval team now, sir. Please stay calm and try not to make any loud noises or sudden movements–Jack had one barefoot on the cool stone of his patio when his daughter Naila cried for him again.The dragon’s head turned towards the direction of upstairs.Jack dropped his cell phone, grabbed a patio chair, and slammed it down on top of the dragon’s head as hard as he could.
Of Fury and Fangs
Author:- Kyoko M.
Category:- best
Quote:- Jacki Kellum writes about the importance of faith in your work, and the serendipity of pitching at #pbpitch. The Donkey's Song is *gorgeous*, and now available for pre-order
Author:- Frances Gilbert @GoGirlsGoBooks
Category:- hope
Quote:- Jane has been dead for more than two decades. Earlier this year I grieved for her in a way I had never grieved before. At eighty-six, I was sick and thought I was dying. Twenty and twenty-one years ago, every day of her dying for eighteen months, I stayed by her side. It was miserable that Jane should die so young, and it was redemptive that I could be with her every hour of every day. Last February I grieved again, this time that she would not sit over me as I died.
A Carnival of Losses: Notes Nearing Ninety
Author:- Donald Hall
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Jangan bertanya apa mau ku, cukup pahami bagaimana luka kaki ku. Jatuh berkali-kali namun tak pernah benar-benar patah,.
Author:- Chachacillas
Category:- Life,Love
Quote:- Jangan pernah menjaminkan rasa kepada waktu. Ia punya masa kedaluwarsanya.
Life Traveler
Author:- Windy Ariestanty
Category:- time
Quote:- JapanToday I pass the time readinga favorite haiku,saying the few words over and over.It feels like eatingthe same small, perfect grapeagain and again.I walk through the house reciting itand leave its letters fallingthrough the air of every room.I stand by the big silence of the piano and say it.I say it in front of a painting of the sea.I tap out its rhythm on an empty shelf.I listen to myself saying it,then I say it without listening,then I hear it without saying it.And when the dog looks up at me,I kneel down on the floorand whisper it into each of his long white ears.It’s the one about the one-tontemple bellwith the moth sleeping on its surface,and every time I say it, I feel the excruciatingpressure of the mothon the surface of the iron bell.When I say it at the window,the bell is the worldand I am the moth resting there.When I say it into the mirror,I am the heavy belland the moth is life with its papery wings.And later, when I say it to you in the dark,you are the bell,and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,and the moth has flownfrom its lineand moves like a hinge in the air above our bed.
Picnic, Lightning
Author:- Billy Collins
Category:- poetry