Quote:- Sell what others can't! Always remember... UNIQUENESS IS VALUED!
Author:- RJ Yolande Mendes
Category:- Life,inspiration,motivational
Quote:- Semakin tua, orang akan menjadi semakin munafik, karena orang itu tahu banyak hal. Karena tahu banyak hal, maka ia akan takut banyak hal pula. Karena takut, ia akan ringan berbohong, mudah berubah, dan pandai beralasan.
Jatisaba
Author:- Ramayda Akmal
Category:- Life
Quote:- Sempre pensei, desde que me descobri e, mesmo antes, quando sentia que eu era diferente... e, depois de todos esses últimos anos, todas as maluquices que a minha cabeça faz... sempre pensei em mim como um problema que merecia ser escondido. Nunca confiei muito em mim mesmo, ou no que eu queria. Antes de você, eu deixava que tudo acontecesse comigo. Eu sinceramente nunca pensei que merecia escolher. - Sua mão se move, os dedos passando por um cacho atrás da orelha de Alex. - Mas você me trata como se eu merecesse.
Red, White & Royal Blue
Author:- Casey McQuiston
Category:- Love
Quote:- Seni sama pentingnya dengan matematika. Seni memanusiakan manusia. Seni menciptakan rasa empati
Sila ke-6: Kreatif Sampai Mati
Author:- Wahyu Aditya
Category:- science
Quote:- Senor Sempere believed that God lives, to a smaller or greater extent, in books, and that is why he devoted his life to sharing them, to protecting them, and to making sure their pages, like our memories and our desires, are never lost.
The Angel's Game
Author:- Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Sense this feeling, one of rapture, one of healing, of peace to the mind, of light to the soul, as you dance.
The Book of Dance
Author:- Shah Asad Rizvi
Category:- best,Life
Quote:- Sensitivity is the man’s best move to reach the heart of a woman.
Author:- Anoir Ou-Chad
Category:- Love
Quote:- Sensual feminine empowerment is the next level of women empowerment.
Author:- Lebo Grand
Category:- Love
Quote:- Sensuality brings a sudden shift from victim to creator.
Author:- Lebo Grand
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Sensuality is not about perfection, it’s about inspiration and expression.
Author:- Lebo Grand
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Sensuality was meant to be a divine tool for your deepest love experience.
Author:- Lebo Grand
Category:- Love
Quote:- Sepanjang sejarah manusia yang panjang, kita telah melakukan tiga perkara untuk bermandiri, melangsungkan hidup dan menakluk dunia iaitu memanipulasi bahan semula jadi menjadi peralatan batu sehinggalah menjadi teknologi nano dan senjata nuklear. Kedua, manusia telah mengubah persekitarannya daripada persekitaran semula jadi menjadi persekitaran buatan untuk melenyapkan tekanan persekitaran. Kita mengubah dunia dan mencipta landskap teknologi. Ketiga, manusia telah menjinakkan pelbagai haiwan menjadi peneman yang bermula dari penjinakkan anjing, kuda, lembu, kambing sehinggalah ke tahap manusia mencipta penemannya sendiri iaitu kecerdasan buatan.
Genesis II: Sapien & Neo-Manusia
Author:- Zamir Mohyedin
Category:- science
Quote:- Separate yourself from those who hinder your vision. Make a choice to walk away from the trap set to ensnare you. Realize when someone is pulling you backwards every time you take a step forward. Separate from them and the result of your action will be a life of success.
Author:- Amaka Imani Nkosazana
Category:- hope
Quote:- Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Author:- W.S. Merwin
Category:- poetry
Quote:- SEPTEMBER 1, 1939 I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over the brightAnd darkened lands of the earth,Obsessing our private lives;The unmentionable odour of deathOffends the September night.Accurate scholarship canUnearth the whole offenceFrom Luther until nowThat has driven a culture mad,Find what occurred at Linz,What huge imago madeA psychopathic god:I and the public knowWhat all schoolchildren learn,Those to whom evil is doneDo evil in return.Exiled Thucydides knewAll that a speech can sayAbout Democracy,And what dictators do,The elderly rubbish they talkTo an apathetic grave;Analysed all in his book,The enlightenment driven away,The habit-forming pain,Mismanagement and grief:We must suffer them all again.Into this neutral airWhere blind skyscrapers useTheir full height to proclaimThe strength of Collective Man,Each language pours its vainCompetitive excuse:But who can live for longIn an euphoric dream;Out of the mirror they stare,Imperialism's faceAnd the international wrong.Faces along the barCling to their average day:The lights must never go out,The music must always play,All the conventions conspireTo make this fort assumeThe furniture of home;Lest we should see where we are,Lost in a haunted wood,Children afraid of the nightWho have never been happy or good.The windiest militant trashImportant Persons shoutIs not so crude as our wish:What mad Nijinsky wroteAbout DiaghilevIs true of the normal heart;For the error bred in the boneOf each woman and each manCraves what it cannot have,Not universal loveBut to be loved alone.From the conservative darkInto the ethical lifeThe dense commuters come,Repeating their morning vow;'I will be true to the wife,I'll concentrate more on my work,'And helpless governors wakeTo resume their compulsory game:Who can release them now,Who can reach the dead,Who can speak for the dumb?All I have is a voiceTo undo the folded lie,The romantic lie in the brainOf the sensual man-in-the-streetAnd the lie of AuthorityWhose buildings grope the sky:There is no such thing as the StateAnd no one exists alone;Hunger allows no choiceTo the citizen or the police;We must love one another or die.Defenseless under the nightOur world in stupor lies;Yet, dotted everywhere,Ironic points of lightFlash out wherever the JustExchange their messages:May I, composed like themOf Eros and of dust,Beleaguered by the sameNegation and despair,Show an affirming flame.
Another Time
Author:- W.H. Auden
Category:- poetry
Quote:- September has come, it is hersWhose vitality leaps in the autumn,Whose nature prefersTrees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.So I give her this month and the nextThough the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered alreadySo many of its days intolerable or perplexedBut so many more so happy.Who has left a scent on my life, and left my wallsDancing over and over with her shadowWhose hair is twined in all my waterfallsAnd all of London littered with remembered kisses.
Autumn Journal
Author:- Louis MacNeice
Category:- poetry