Physical love is unthinkable without violence. The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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Quote:- Physical objects are conceptually imported into the situation as convenient intermediaries not by definition in terms of experience, but simply as irreducible posits comparable, epistemologically, to the gods of Homer . . . For my part I do, qua lay physicist, believe in physical objects and not in Homer's gods; and I consider it a scientific error to believe otherwise. But in point of epistemological footing, the physical objects and the gods differ only in degree and not in kind. Both sorts of entities enter our conceptions only as cultural posits.
Author:- W.V. Quine
Category:- science,philosophy
Quote:- Physical quitting food doesn't make you finish strong you see that starch you quited? it what you need.Food is for body eat it in a right way and time limit it instead of cut it off cause the work of power sometimes you doing physical or spiritual need healthy spirit and body and life living as whole demand healthy life more than that some of works or things not belong to you belong to God so you not him get that.
Author:- Nozipho N.Maphumulo
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Physics advances by accepting absurdities. Its history is one of unbelievable ideas proving to be true.
Author:- Rivka Galchen
Category:- science
Quote:- Physics isn't the most important thing. Love is.
Author:- Richard P. Feynman
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Picasso had a saying - 'good artists copy, great artists steal' - and we have always been shameless about stealing great ideas.
Steve Jobs
Author:- Walter Isaacson
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Pick up a pinecone and count the spiral rows of scales. You may find eight spirals winding up to the left and 13 spirals winding up to the right, or 13 left and 21 right spirals, or other pairs of numbers. The striking fact is that these pairs of numbers are adjacent numbers in the famous Fibonacci series: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21... Here, each term is the sum of the previous two terms. The phenomenon is well known and called phyllotaxis. Many are the efforts of biologists to understand why pinecones, sunflowers, and many other plants exhibit this remarkable pattern. Organisms do the strangest things, but all these odd things need not reflect selection or historical accident. Some of the best efforts to understand phyllotaxis appeal to a form of self-organization. Paul Green, at Stanford, has argued persuasively that the Fibonacci series is just what one would expects as the simplest self-repeating pattern that can be generated by the particular growth processes in the growing tips of the tissues that form sunflowers, pinecones, and so forth. Like a snowflake and its sixfold symmetry, the pinecone and its phyllotaxis may be part of order for free
At Home in the Universe: The Search for the Laws of Self-Organization and Complexity
Author:- Stuart Kauffman
Category:- science
Quote:- Pick your profession like you would your soulmate. Marry the one that sets you on fire.
Author:- Dr. Billy Aslbrooks
Category:- best
Quote:- Picking Your side is just another myth, you are already involved in what you want.
Author:- Pradip Bendkule
Category:- best
Quote:- Pieces by pieces I have picked up this heart of mine; whenever it used to beat for you, it used to shine.
Author:- Wrushank Sorte
Category:- Love
Quote:- Pieces of my self. I have come to realise that our soul is not a static element or something that we can ever put in words. It is something that we find and embrace in bits and pieces flowing through an endless journey of life. Sometimes we find a halo of it in the setting sun while sometimes we chase its harmony in a distant sunrise. We have moments in Life, defining our traits, when some incident or some part of our Life changes forever rather takes shape forever but that too is not entirely rigid, they too flow with our soul and may be years or even moments later they change shape into something that twinkles more with our soul. It is a process of learning, unlearning and relearning where everything that we assemble in this Lifetime is like a free flowing river which meanders its way onto an ocean. And the ocean is Love. Not the Love that we often imagine it be, it is something beyond any imagination or definition. It is an air that absorbs every other force of Nature and releases them through the filter of Wisdom. It is about understanding our innermost fear and fighting it out with the indomitable courage that is always lurking in the deepest part of our heart. It is about knowing how contagious kindness can be and becoming the reflector of grace through our very existence. It is about embracing every chapter of our life with gratitude for the path that our spirit has chosen beyond boundaries and limits. It is about growing and healing. Growing through a voyage that is endless in this Cosmic ocean and healing through the balm of connections. I have realised that every connection that we make even if it is for a fraction of a second stays on within our soul and every alley that we explore leads us to a place that is closer to our destination. Sometimes the Destination gets blurred through the noises of all that is tangible in our surroundings and we often grow exhausted on this journey, it is then that we grow, trying to walk over a pyre of our failures, lost bonds, detours and everything that are capable of pulling us down they become stars, like the fireflies that show us the path to bring us closer to our soul, to put back the pieces of our self. They make us all that we stand as a whole. So especially when we run out of our strength somewhere in some hidden alley of our soul, something burns in our soul, a flicker of our passion guiding us home, where the pieces of our soul dance in a mad harmony to awaken the flame that lights our way onto a destination, wandering along the edge of a purpose that breathes through scattered pieces of our self, basking in the halo of eternity.
A Whispering Leaf. . .
Author:- Debatrayee Banerjee
Category:- Life
Quote:- Pierre and Marie (then Maria Sklodowska, a penniless Polish immigrant living in a garret in Paris) had met at the Sorbonne and been drawn to each other because of a common interest in magnetism.
The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer
Author:- Siddhartha Mukherjee
Category:- science
Quote:- Piety, then, is that which is dear to the gods, and impiety is that which is not dear to them.
Euthyphro. Apology. Crito. Phaedo. Phaedrus.
Author:- Plato
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Pikiran yang kusut nggak bakalan jadi jernih kalau nggak diatasi sama pikiran juga.
Santai Aja, Namanya Juga Hidup!
Author:- Yozuck
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Pippa's laugh is bitter, tinged with tears. 'Ha! Why do girls think being beautiful will solve every problem? Being beautiful just creates problems. It's a misery. I wish I were someone else.
A Great and Terrible Beauty
Author:- Libba Bray
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Pippin glanced in some wonder at the face now close beside his own, for the sound of that laugh had been gay and merry. Yet in the wizard's face he saw at first only lines of care and sorrow; though as he looked more intently he perceived that under all there was a great joy: a fountain of mirth enough to set a kingdom laughing, were it to gush forth.
The Lord of the Rings
Author:- J.R.R. Tolkien
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Pirate Captain Jim"Walk the plank," says Pirate Jim"But Captain Jim, I cannot swim.""Then you must steer us through the gale.""But Captain Jim, I cannot sail.""Then down with the galley slaves you go.""But Captain Jim, I cannot row.""Then you must be the pirate's clerk.""But Captain Jim, I cannot work.
Author:- Shel Silverstein
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Pity me that the heart is slow to learnWhat the swift mind beholds at every turn.
The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems
Author:- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion. Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave and eats a bread it does not harvest. Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful. Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening. Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except among its ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block. Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting, and farewells him with hooting, only to welcome another with trumpeting again. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strongmen are yet in the cradle. Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
The Garden of The Prophet
Author:- Kahlil Gibran
Category:- philosophy