Old folks live on memory, young folk live on hope. All the Seas of the World
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Quote:- Old words are reborn with new faces.
Killosophy
Author:- Criss Jami
Category:- poetry,best,knowledge
Quote:- Olivier took a deep breath, then turned and bowed in farewell. Gersonides nodded in return, then thought of something."The manuscript you brought me, by that bishop. It argues that understanding is more important than movement. That action is virtuous only if it reflects pure comprehension, and that virtue comes from the comprehension, not the action."Olivier frowned. "So?""Dear boy, I must tell you a secret.""What?""I do believe it is wrong.
The Dream of Scipio
Author:- Iain Pears
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Om (AUM) the Divine song is at the same time Symmetry, Supersymmetry, broken Symmetry, and the unbroken Symmetry of Nature.
Om Chanting & Meditation
Author:- Amit Ray
Category:- science
Quote:- Omicron is the time that the universe listened to life. It's just a shame that man didn't.
Author:- Anthony T. Hincks
Category:- time
Quote:- Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.
Author:- Dejan Stojanovic
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- On a basic level, being good in bed is not about techniques or positions. It’s about listening, paying attention and being considerate.
You're a Nice Guy, But You're Bad in Bed
Author:- Elsie Gilmore
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- On a grander scale, when a society segregates itself, the consequences affect the economy, the emotions, and the ecology. That's one reason why it's easy for pro-lifers to eat factory-raised animals that disrespect everything sacred about creation. And that is why it's easy for rabid environmentalists to hate chainsaws even though they snuggle into a mattress supported by a black walnut bedstead.
Everything I Want to Do Is Illegal: War Stories from the Local Food Front
Author:- Joel Salatin
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home with which the mind has been associated but by no means bound. Consciousness grows independent of the ordinary senses. You see without assistance from the eyes, over distances beyond the visual horizon. There are moments when existence appears independent even of the mind. The importance of physical desire and immediate surroundings is submerged in the apprehension of universal values.For unmeasurable periods, I seem divorced from my body, as though I were an awareness spreading out through space, over the earth and into the heavens, unhampered by time or substance, free from the gravitation that binds to heavy human problems of the world. My body requires no attention. It's not hungry. It's neither warm or cold. It's resigned to being left undisturbed. Why have I troubled to bring it here? I might better have left it back at Long Island or St. Louis, while the weightless element that has lived within it flashes through the skies and views the planet. This essential consciousness needs no body for its travels. It needs no plane, no engine, no instruments, only the release from flesh which circumstances I've gone through make possible.Then what am I – the body substance which I can see with my eyes and feel with my hands? Or am I this realization, this greater understanding which dwells within it, yet expands through the universe outside; a part of all existence, powerless but without need for power; immersed in solitude, yet in contact with all creation? There are moments when the two appear inseparable, and others when they could be cut apart by the merest flash of light.While my hand is on the stick, my feet on the rudder, and my eyes on the compass, this consciousness, like a winged messenger, goes out to visit the waves below, testing the warmth of water, the speed of wind, the thickness of intervening clouds. It goes north to the glacial coasts of Greenland, over the horizon to the edge of dawn, ahead to Ireland, England, and the continent of Europe, away through space to the moon and stars, always returning, unwillingly, to the mortal duty of seeing that the limbs and muscles have attended their routine while it was gone.
The Spirit of St. Louis
Author:- Charles A. Lindbergh
Category:- time
Quote:- On a philosophical level, it struck me as an operational way to define free will, in a way that allowed you to reconcile free will with determinism. The system is deterministic, but you can’t say what it’s going to do next.
Author:- J. Doyne Farmer
Category:- science
Quote:- On a whim, he stopped and bought a watch from a sidewalk vendor. Normally, Billy could not abide keeping time, especially when it was attached to one’s body. Time was like a relentlessly needy lapdog one had to haul around. It barked too much and had no sense of loyalty.
The Petting Zoo
Author:- Jim Carroll
Category:- time
Quote:- on board a train wreck in slow motion dragging distances of time in phantom carriages behind it
Beyond Enkription
Author:- Bill Fairclough
Category:- best
Quote:- On days of struggle, try showing yourself kindness and give yourself enough time for your emotions to settle.
Author:- Jay D'Cee
Category:- inspiration,motivational,hope,time
Quote:- On Earth, we have a scary, deadly creature called a spider. You look like one of those. Just so you know. Good. Proud. I am scary space monster. You are leaky space blob. He points to the breeder tanks. Check tanks!
Author:- Andy weir
Category:- science
Quote:- On I’ll pass,dragging my huge love behind me.On whatfeverish night, deliria-ridden,by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so bigand by no one needed?
Author:- Vladimir Mayakovsky
Category:- poetry
Quote:- On marriage: You sort of stumble along and reconnect and lose each other and reconnect again.
Author:- Felicity Huffman
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- On most days, nature gleefully played it’s own rhythm, and then there were days when the skies vociferously reached down to us, in tiny frozen pellets beating down on roof tops.
Author:- Meeta Ahluwalia
Category:- best
Quote:- On my website there's a quote from the writer Anthony Burgess: "The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind." I've always found that inspiring because the written word, as an art form, is unlike any other: movies, TV, music, they're shared experiences, but books aren't like that. The relationship between a writer and a reader is utterly unique to those two individuals. The world that forms in your head as you read a book will be slightly different to that experienced by every other reader. Anywhere. Ever. Reading is very personal, a communication from one mind to another, something which can't be exactly copied, or replicated, or directly shared. If I read the work of, say, one of the great Victorian novelists, it's like a gift from the past, a momentary connection to another's thoughts. Their ideas are down on paper, to be picked up by me, over a century later. Writers can speak individually to readers across a year, or ten years, or a thousand. That's why I love books.
Author:- Simon Cheshire
Category:- inspiration