Nothing teaches betterthan this triothe fears, the tears, the years. Yesterday I Was the Moon
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Quote:- Nothing that happens to you was meant to be. The only thing about you that was meant to be is you. Blaze your own trail.
Author:- George Alexiou
Category:- motivational
Quote:- nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands-excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems
Author:- e.e. cummings
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Nothing will unfold for us unless we move toward whatlooks to us like nothing: faith is a cascade.
Author:- Alice Fulton
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Nothing, to my way of thinking, is a better proof of a well ordered mind than a man’s ability to stop just where he is and pass some time in his own company.
Author:- Seneca
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Nothing' isn't better or worse than anything. Nothing is just... nothing." Arya Stark
Author:- George R. R. Martin
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Nothing's perfect, the world's not perfect, but it's there for us, trying the best it can. That's what makes it so damn beautiful.
Author:- Roy Mustang
Category:- best
Quote:- Nothingwould beeasier withoutyou,because youare everything,all of it-sprinkles, quarks, giantdonuts, eggs sunny-side up-youare the ever-expandinguniverseto me.
Flora & Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures
Author:- Kate DiCamillo
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Notice that the story [of technical progress accelerating indefinitely] is not testable; we just have to wait around and see. If the predicted year of true AI's coming is false, too, another one can be forecast, a few decades into the future. AI in this sense is unfalsifiable and thus--according to the accepted rules of the scientific method--unscientific.
The Myth of Artificial Intelligence: Why Computers Can't Think the Way We Do
Author:- Erik J. Larson
Category:- science
Quote:- Notice the difference between being in control and needing control.
Author:- Marilyn Suttle
Category:- motivational,inspiration
Quote:- Novelty and Security: the security of novelty, the novelty of security. Always the full thing, the whole subject, the true subject, stood just behind the one you found yourself contemplating. The trick, but it wasn't a trick, was to take up at once the thing you saw and the reason you saw it as well; to always bite off more than you could chew, and then chew it. If it were self-indulgence for him to cut and polish his semiprecious memories, and yet seem like danger, like a struggle he was unfit for, then self-indulgence was a potent force, he must examine it, he must reckon with it.
Novelty: Four Stories
Author:- John Crowley
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Novelty. Security. Novelty wouldn't be a bad title. It had the grandness of abstraction, alerting the reader that large and thoughtful things were to be bodied forth. As yet he had no inkling of any incidents or characters that might occupy his theme; perhaps he never would. He could see though the book itself, he could feel its closed heft and see it opened, white pages comfortably large and shadowed gray by print; dense, numbered, full of meat. He sensed a narrative voice, speaking calmly and precisely, with immense assurance building, building; a voice too far off for him to hear, but speaking. ("Novelty")
American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940's Until Now
Author:- John Crowley
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
The Cremation of Sam McGee
Author:- Robert W. Service
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Now all I’m after is—words from the hemisphere,every type of vodka from La French to Belvedere.-, Interview in The Fall & Rise Of Chimeras
Author:- Adam Shove
Category:- best
Quote:- Now and again, one could detect in a childless woman of a certain age the various characteristics of all the children she had never issued. Her body was haunted by the ghost of souls who hadn't lived yet. Premature ghosts. Half-ghosts. X's without Y's. Y's without X's. They applied at her womb and were denied, but, meant for her and no one else, they wouldn't go away. Like tiny ectoplasmic gophers, they hunkered in her tear ducts. They shone through her sighs. Often to her chagrin, they would soften the voice she used in the marketplace. When she spilled wine, it was their playful antics that jostled the glass. They called out her name in the bath or when she passed real children in the street. The spirit babies were everywhere her companions, and everywhere they left her lonesome - yet they no more bore her resentment than a seed resents uneaten fruit. Like pet gnats, like phosphorescence, like sighs on a string, they would follow her into eternity.
Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates
Author:- tom robbins
Category:- science
Quote:- Now and later I am the same as yesterday
AMERICA EXIST
Author:- Isaac Nash
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Now as in the beginning undivided yet self-differentiated for companionship, friendship, love.
Author:- Wald Wassermann
Category:- science
Quote:- Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.
The Waves
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sunThat will not rise again.Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea,Of friendship better than bread, and of bright charityThat lifts a man a little above the beasts that run.That this could be!That I should live to seeMost vulgar Pride, that stale obstreperous clown,So fitted out with purple robe and crownTo stand among his betters! Face to faceWith outraged me in this once holy place,Where Wisdom was a favoured guest and huntedTruth was harboured out of danger,He bulks enthroned, a lewd, an insupportable stranger!I would have sworn, indeed I swore it:The hills may shift, the waters may decline,Winter may twist the stem from the twig that bore it,But never your love from me, your hand from mine.Now goes under the sun, and I watch it go under.Farewell, sweet light, great wonder!You, too, farewell,-but fare not well enough to dreamYou have done wisely to invite the night before the darkness came.
Author:- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Category:- poetry