Nobody is going to save you but yourself and the ‘best’ and only way to do so isthrough action. Personal Revolutions: A Short Course in Realness
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Quote:- Nobody is good or bad. They are either strong or weak. Strong people stick to their morals, no matter what the trials and tribulations. Weak people, many a times, do not even realise how low they have fallen.
The Secret of the Nagas
Author:- Amish Tripathi
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Nobody is smarter than you are. And what if they are? What good is their understanding doing you?
Author:- Terence McKenna
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Nobody is so busy that they can't make time for the people they really care about.
Past Perfect
Author:- leila sales
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Nobody knew about our story. It was engraved in my heart and was there to stay. He knew that every breath I took, I was taking it for him.
A Silent Promise
Author:- Namrata Gupta
Category:- Love
Quote:- NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING, SO DO WHAT YOU WANT.
Eat a Peach
Author:- David Chang
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Nobody knows what the whales may have to click and clack about, but it could be a form of voting-time to stop here and synchronously dive down in search of deep water squid, now time to resurface, move on, dive again. Clans also seem to caucus on which males they like and will mate with more or less as a group and which ones to collectively spurn. By all appearances, female sperm whales are terrible size queens. Over the generations, they have consistently voted in favor of enhanced male mass. Their dream candidate nowadays is some fellow named Moby, and he's three times their size.
Author:- Natalie Angier
Category:- science
Quote:- Nobody knows, nobody can ever know, not even in memory, because there are moments in time that are not knowable.
The Shadow Lines
Author:- Amitav Ghosh
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Nobody owns the knowledge, We must pass it to others.
Author:- Aavesh Jilani
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Nobody reads poetry, we are told at every inopportune moment. I read poetry. I am somebody. I am the people, too. It can be allowed that an industrious quantity of contemporary American poetry is consciously written for a hermetic constituency; the bulk is written for the bourgeoisie, leaving a lean cut for labor. Only the hermetically aimed has a snowball's chance in hell of reaching its intended ears. One proceeds from this realization. A staggering figure of vibrant, intelligent people can and do live without poetry, especially without the poetry of their time. This figure includes the unemployed, the rank and file, the union brass, banker, scientist, lawyer, doctor, architect, pilot, and priest. It also includes most academics, most of the faculty of the humanities, most allegedly literary editors and most allegedly literary critics. They do so--go forward in their lives, toward their great reward, in an engulfing absence of poetry--without being perceived or perceiving themselves as hobbled or deficient in any significant way. It is nearly true, though I am often reminded of a Transtromer broadside I saw in a crummy office building in San Francisco: We got dressed and showed the houseYou live well the visitor saidThe slum must be inside you. If I wanted to understand a culture, my own for instance, and if I thought such an understanding were the basis for a lifelong inquiry, I would turn to poetry first. For it is my confirmed bias that the poets remain the most 'stunned by existence,' the most determined to redeem the world in words..
Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil
Author:- C.D. Wright
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Nobody really cares if you’re miserable, so you might as well be happy, and make the most of where you are
Author:- Germany Kent
Category:- hope
Quote:- Nobody the dead man & Nobody the livingNobody is giving in & Nobody is givingNobody hears me but just Nobody caresNobody fears me but Nobody just staresNobody belongs to me & Nobody remainsNo Nobody knows nothingAll that remains are remains
Beautiful Creatures
Author:- Kami Garcia
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Nobody wanted your dance,Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your flounderingDrowning life and your effort to save yourself,Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil,Looking for something to give.
Birthday Letters
Author:- Ted Hughes
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Nobody wants to believe that existence carries on without at least taking a stumble from their departure of this world.
Terrorscape
Author:- Nenia Campbell
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Nobody will deny that there is an interest in philosophy today. But—is there anything at all left today in which man does not take an interest, in the sense in which he understands "interest"?
What is Called Thinking?
Author:- Martin Heidegger
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Nobody will save yeu,Some can't even save themselves
Author:- Sandesh Hukpachongbang
Category:- Love
Quote:- Nobody works better under pressure. They just work faster.
Author:- Brian Tracy
Category:- time
Quote:- Nodding, Parker ate. He’s an exceptional kisser.He really is. He . . . How do you know? When Parker just smiled, Emma’s jaw dropped. You? You and Jack? When? How?I think it’s disgusting, Mac muttered. Yet another best pal moving on my imaginary ex.Two kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as he is, it was too much like kissing my brother. And as exceptional a kisser as I am, I believe he felt it was too much like kissing his sister. And that’s how we left it. I gather that wasn’t an issue for you and Jack.
Bed of Roses
Author:- Nora Roberts
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Noemi wondered if High Place had robbed her of her illusions, or if they were meant to be shattered all along. Marriage could hardly be like the passionate romances one read about in books. It seemed to her, in fact, a rotten deal. Men would be solicitous and well behaved when they courted a woman, asking her out to parties and sending her flowers, but once they married. the flowers wilted. You didn't have married men posting love letters to their wives. That's why Noemí tended to cycle through admirers. She worried a man would be briefly impressed with her luster, only to lose interest later on. There was also the excitement of the chase, the delight that flew through her veins when she knew a suitor was bewitched with her. Besides, boys her age were dull, always talking about the parties they had been to the previous week or the one they were planning to go to the week after. Easy, shallow men. Yet the thought of anyone more substantial made her nervous, for she was trapped between competing de sires, a desire for a more meaningful connection and the desire to never change. She wished for eternal youth and endless merriment.
Mexican Gothic
Author:- Silvia Moreno-Garcia
Category:- Relationships