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Quote:- O darwinismo é uma teoria de processos cumulativos tão lentos que se desenrolam ao longo de milhares e milhões de anos. Todos os nossos juízos intuitivos sobre o que é provável mostram-se errados por larga margem.
The Blind Watchmaker: Why the Evidence of Evolution Reveals a Universe Without Design
Author:- Richard Dawkins
Category:- science
Quote:- O dear Pan and all the other gods of this place, grant that I may be beautiful inside. Let all my external possessions be in friendly harmony with what is within. May I consider the wise man rich. As for gold, let me have as much as a moderate man could bear and carry with him.
Phaedrus
Author:- Plato
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- O Diabo, invejoso, fez o homem confundir fé com religião e amor com casamento.
Author:- Machado de Assis
Category:- hope
Quote:- O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth;Lie close around her; leave no room for mirthWith its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.She hath no questions, she hath no replies.
The Virgin Suicides
Author:- Jeffrey Eugenides
Category:- poetry
Quote:- O fogo é um preciso aliado do homem mas é perigos para uma criança que não o saiba utilizar. Passa-se o mesmo com certos conhecimentos. À escala da humanidade os homens não são mais do que crianças, olhai o nosso mundo e vede como nos falta educação.
Le premier jour
Author:- Marc Levy
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- O for a Muse of fire, that would ascendThe brightest heaven of invention!
Henry V
Author:- William Shakespeare
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,Student of our sweet English tongue,Read out my words at night, alone:I was a poet, I was young.Since I can never see your face,And never shake you by the hand,I send my soul through time and spaceTo greet you. You will understand.
Author:- James Elroy Flecker
Category:- poetry
Quote:- O heart, do not lose your kindness for kindness is your greatness.
Author:- Muslim Smiles
Category:- Life
Quote:- O Heavenly Children, the stories you have concocted in God's name have angered Him; for he would never instigate war between brothers, or encourage tribes to harbor resentment towards one another. He prefers the man who loves over the one who hates. And the man who spreads kindness, peace and knowledge, over the one who spreads lies, fear and terror — and misuses His name.
Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
Author:- Suzy Kassem
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and rode through forests, and certain things looked so challenging and promising and nostalgic: a star in the evening, a blue harebell, a reed-green pond, the eye of a person or a cow. And sometimes it seemed that something never seen yet long desired was about to happen, that a veil would drop from it all, but then it passed, nothing happened, the riddle remained unsolved, the secret spell unbroken, and in the end one grew old and looked cunning . . . or wise . . . and still one knew nothing perhaps, was still waiting and listening.
Narcissus and Goldmund
Author:- Herman Hesse
Category:- philosophy,knowledge
Quote:- O how we call each other namesYou call me schizophrenicI call you GodBut we do agree on oneDeluded are we both.
The Dead-End (Up) Here: Shiva You Do Not See, Screams You Do Not Hear
Author:- Sunil Vidyarthi
Category:- poetry
Quote:- O jornalista é um poeta delicado: sempre acha o rascunho mais sincero do que o publicado.
Author:- Mário Quintana
Category:- poetry
Quote:- O love, how did you get here?--from "Nick and the Candlestick", written 29 October 1962
Ariel
Author:- Sylvia Plath
Category:- poetry
Quote:- O may I join the choir invisibleOf those immortal dead who live againIn minds made better by their presence; liveIn pulses stirred to generosity,In deeds of daring rectitude...
O May I Join the Choir Invisible! And Other Favourite Poems
Author:- George Eliot
Category:- poetry
Quote:- O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d; Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me; Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined; The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer.That you are here—that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Leaves of Grass
Author:- Walt Whitman
Category:- poetry
Quote:- O multicoloured hours!… Moments like flowers, minutes like trees, O time frozen in space, time dead from space and covered by flowers, by the fragrance of flowers, and by the fragrance of the names of flowers!…
The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition
Author:- Fernando Pessoa
Category:- time
Quote:- O philosophy, life's guide! O searcher-out of virtue and expeller of vices! What could we and every age of men have been without thee? Thou hast produced cities; thou hast called men scattered about into the social enjoyment of life.
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- O principal é não mentir. Quem mente para si mesmo e dá ouvido à sua própria mentira chega a tal extremo que não consegue ver nenhuma verdade em si ou naqueles que o rodeiam e, por conseguinte, perde completamente o respeito por si e pelos outros. (...) Quem mente a si próprio pode ser o primeiro a ofender-se. Às vezes, é tão agradável uma pessoa se ofender, não é verdade? O indivíduo sabe que ninguém o injuriou, que tudo não passa de simples invenção, que ele próprio mentiu e exagerou apenas para criar um quadro, para fazer de um grão uma montanha - sabe tudo e, no entanto, se ofende. Ofende-se a ponto se sentir prazer na ofensa e, desse modo, atinge o verdadeiro ódio...
Author:- Fiodor Dostoievski
Category:- philosophy