Plenty of fish in the sea...But, I won't see you and you won't see me.Until we both sail from, what's not meant to be.
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Quote:- Plenty of mathematicians, Hardy knew, could follow a step-by-step discursus unflaggingly—yet counted for nothing beside Ramanujan. Years later, he would contrive an informal scale of natural mathematical ability on which he assigned himself a 25 and Littlewood a 30. To David Hilbert, the most eminent mathematician of the day, he assigned an 80. To Ramanujan he gave 100.
The Man Who Knew Infinity: A Life of the Genius Ramanujan
Author:- Robert Kanigel
Category:- science
Quote:- Plus d'un qui n'a pu liberer ses propres chaines a su pourtant en liberer son ami.
Author:- Friedrich Nietzsche
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Poe is missing out on love. Because he's afraid. Afraid to go the distance. Afraid to fully let someone into all the crap we have to live with. I know what it's like to have that fear. But that fear didn't stop the scary shit from happening.
Five Feet Apart
Author:- Rachael Lippincott
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Poem (the spirit likes to dress up) The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest at night in the black branches, in the morning in the blue branches of the world. It could float, of course, but would rather plumb rough matter. Airy and shapeless thing, it needs the metaphor of the body, lime and appetite, the oceanic fluids; it needs the body’s world, instinct and imagination and the dark hug of time, sweetness and tangibility, to be understood, to be more than pure light that burns where no one is – so it enters us – in the morning shines from brute comfort like a stitch of lightning; and at night lights up the deep and wondrous drownings of the body like a star.
Dream Work
Author:- Mary Oliver
Category:- poetry
Quote:- POEM: "THE LORD" - The Lord blesses.The Lord baptises. The Lord encourages.The Lord enlightens. The Lord edifies. The Lord empowers.The Lord heals.The Lord hears.The Lord helps.The Lord protects.The Lord provides.The Lord punishes.The Lord prepares.The Lord purifies. The Lord performs. The Lord gives.The Lord guards.The Lord guides.The Lord teaches. The Lord touches.The Lord answers. The Lord judges.The Lord defends.The Lord defeats.The Lord leads.The Lord loves.The Lord lights.The Lord creates. The Lord comforts.The Lord conquers.The Lord favours.The Lord forgives.The Lord fulfills.The Lord supplies.The Lord strengthens.The Lord sacrifices.The Lord sanctifies.The Lord saves.The Lord rescues.The Lord reveals.The Lord renews.The Lord rewards.The Lord reigns. The Lord restores.The Lord revives.The Lord relents.The Lord rules.The Lord opens.The Lord overcomes. The Lord instructs.The Lord manifests.The Lord shows mercy.The Lord warns.
Author:- Lailah Gifty Akita
Category:- motivational
Quote:- POEMINHA DO CONTRATodos estes que aí estãoAtravancando o meu caminho,Eles passarão.Eu passarinho!
Author:- Mario Quintana
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Poems are a hotline to our hearts, and we forget this emotional power at our peril.
Author:- Andrew Motion
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
Author:- Sanober Khan
Category:- poetry
Quote:- poems open doors;that don't even exist.
Autopsy of the seasons
Author:- Basith
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.
Salting the Ocean: 100 Poems by Young Poets
Author:- Naomi Shihab Nye
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.
The Mill on the Floss
Author:- George Eliot
Category:- knowledge,poetry
Quote:- Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
Author:- Aberjhani
Category:- philosophy,poetry
Quote:- Poetry can unleash a terrible fear. I suppose it is the fear of possibilities, too many possibilities, each with its own endless set of variations. It's like looking too closely and too long into a mirror; soon your features distort, then erupt. You look too closely into your poems, or listen too closely to them as they arrive in whispers, and the features inside you - call it heart, call it mind, call it soul - accelerate out of control. They distort and they erupt, and it is one strange pain. You realize, then, that you can't attempt breaking down too many barriers in too short a time, because there are as many horrors waiting to get in at you as there are parts of yourself pushing to break out, and with the same, or more, fevered determination.
Forced Entries- The Downtown Diaries: 1971-1973
Author:- Jim Carroll
Category:- poetry