Suffering usually relates to wanting things to be different from the way they are. Pocket Peace: Effective Practices for Enlightened Living
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Quote:- Sufficiently simple natural structures are predictable but uncontrollable, whereas sufficiently complex symbolic descriptions are controllable but unpredictable.
Author:- Howard Pattee
Category:- philosophy,science
Quote:- Sufilere sohbet gerek Ahilere ahret gerek Mecnunlara Leyla gerek Bana seni gerek seni
Author:- Yunus Emre
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sufism is monopolizing the heart with the creator's love.
Author:- Aiyaz Uddin
Category:- Love
Quote:- Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible.
Barrayar
Author:- Lois McMaster Bujold
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Sully suffers from a stutter,simple syllables will clutter,stalling speeches up on beacheslike a sunken sailboat rudder.Sully strains to say his phrases,sickened by the sounds he raises,strings of thoughts come out in knots,he solves his sentences like mazes.At night, he writes his thoughts insteadand sighs as they steadily rush from his head.
Egghead; or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone
Author:- Bo Burnham
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sumerian myths and legends of the antediluvian world do much more than speak of the five cities. They also tell an extraordinary story of how their ancestors, who lived in the 'most ancient times', were visited by a brotherhood of semi-divine beings described as half men, half fish, who had been 'sent [by the gods] to teach the arts of civilization to mankind before the Flood' and who had themselves 'emerged from the sea'. The collective name by which these creatures were known was the 'Seven Sages' and the name of their leader was Oannes. Each of them was paired as a 'counsellor' to an antediluvian king and they were renowned for their wisdom in affairs of state and for their skills as architects, builders and engineers.
Underworld: The Mysterious Origins of Civilization
Author:- Graham Hancock
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Summer is an awesome season but it you'll not sink in the ocean or pool of tears without any life guide who's Holy Spirit (God's spirit)
Author:- Nozipho N.Maphumulo
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Summer is for surrendering; winter is for wondering.
Author:- Debasish Mridha
Category:- philosophy,best
Quote:- Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.
Author:- Kobayashi Issa
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Summer on the high plateau can be delectable as honey; it can also be a roaring scourge. To those who love the place, both are good, since both are part of its essential nature. And it is to know its essential nature that I am seeking here. To know, that is, with the knowledge that is a process of living. This is not done easily nor in an hour. It is a tale too slow for the impatience of our age, not of immediate enough import for its desperate problems. Yet it has its own rare value. It is, for one thing, a corrective of glib assessment: one never quite knows the mountain, nor oneself in relation to it. However often I walk on them, these hills hold astonishment for me. There is no getting accustomed to them.
The Living Mountain
Author:- Nan Shepherd
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.
Last Night I Sang to the Monster
Author:- Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Category:- hope
Quote:- Sun is bright sky is clear, ocean calling you to swimm enjoy don't forget winter will come where you'll respect water and being friends of blankets, life is like that enjoy the moment remember the feature.
Author:- Nozipho N.Maphumulo
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Sun-struck, stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes standsas if considering how to cool avian plastic,dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;how take flight on dayglow flap-doodle wings, no matterif it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.
Skins: Poems
Author:- Joyce Thomas
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sunday is a good day to save the world in one's pajamas.
Author:- Adrienne Posey
Category:- best
Quote:- Sundays too my father got up earlyand put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that achedfrom labor in the weekday weather madebanked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the coldand polished my good shoes as well.What did I know, what did I knowof love's austere and lonely offices?
Collected Poems
Author:- Robert Hayden
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sungguh nyata; melewati satu detik ketika bersamamu seolah lebih dari seratus tahun bahagia di sisimu. Dan melewati satu detik ketika tanpamu, seolah lebih dari seratus tahun kehilanganmu. Nyatanya, semua lebih dari satu detik bersamamu dan tanpamu.
Author:- JejakPotret Lys
Category:- Love,time