Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses
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Quote:- Safe is better than sorry. Nope. Risk is better than regret.
Do Epic Shit
Author:- Ankur Warikoo
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.
Author:- Andrea Gibson
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Saint Thomas Aquinas says, wisely, that the only way to drive out a bad passion is by a stronger good passion. The same is true of thoughts as of passions. When your mind wanders, like a child, your will must bring it back, like a mother. [. . .] The will-parent must discipline the mind-child, avoiding both the opposite extremes commonly made in disciplining either children or thoughts: tyranny or permissiveness.
Prayer For Beginners
Author:- Peter Kreeft
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
Author:- Anne Sexton
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.
Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
Author:- Philip Larkin
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sam picked up his hand-phone and looked at Ellie. It’s the Shut Your Piehole Factory; they want to talk to you, he said.
Lost in London
Author:- Cindy Callaghan
Category:- best
Quote:- Sambil menunggu saya bekerja, di ruangan lain, seperti biasa, saya mendengar suara Ainun tidak henti-hentinya mengalunkan bacaan ayat suci Alquran. Karena setiap malam membaca Alquran, maka dalam beberapa hari Ainun bisa khatam.
Habibie & Ainun
Author:- Bacharuddin Jusuf Habibie
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Same world, but different time zones. Therefore, past, present and future are one. Three in one.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life,Love
Quote:- Samuel walked out to Lindsey then, and there she was in his arms, my sweet butterball babe, born ten years after my fourteen years on Earth: Abigail Suzanne. Little Susie to me. Samuel placed Susie on a blanket near the flowers. And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.
The Lovely Bones
Author:- Alice Sebold
Category:- best
Quote:- San Lang, things aren’t always that absolute. Sometimes, it’s not up to you to decide if the road is easy to walk.' Hua Cheng said softly, 'I might not be able to decide whether the road is easy or not, but whether I walk it is entirely up to me.
天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]
Author:- 墨香铜臭 Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù
Category:- motivational
Quote:- San Lang, things aren’t always that absolute. Sometimes, it’s not up to you to decide if the road is easy to walk.' Hua Cheng said softly, 'I might not be able to decide whether the road is easy or not, but whether I walk it is.
天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]
Author:- 墨香铜臭 Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Sand castles just aren't made to last.
Someday
Author:- Alice Yi-Li Yeh
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.
Author:- A.D. Posey
Category:- poetry,inspiration
Quote:- Sanity is not about confrontation. It's about filtering. Having a stable and happy life is about saying "no" to crazy people, not about inviting them in and then hoping that confrontations are going to make them sane.
Author:- Stefan Molyneux
Category:- philosophy,Relationships
Quote:- Sanjit says his apartment, the same one in which he grew up, has been flooded many times by the midsummer torrents. For what has been for millennia a primarily agricultural society, rains simultaneously destroy, create, and preserve life in India, similar to the functions of the three premier Hindu gods, Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu. Every time Kolkata gets pounded by a cyclone, or when the monsoon first erupts in June (although the recent warming of the Indian Ocean increasingly disturbs a once-consistent timeline), Sanjit never fails to send along a video, his house flooded – seemingly destroyed – but the smiles on his, Bajju’s, or other house-guest’s faces signify just the opposite, having been cooled and relieved of perpetual heat. Flooded, they remain preserved.
The Local School
Author:- Colin Phelan
Category:- poetry