Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.
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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
Quote:- Sunrise and sunset are all the same from an observer's point of view. As life is the same at birth and at death. The true Self continues.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life,Love
Quote:- Sunrise is your reminderthat what once grew coldwill begin again new
Evergreen
Author:- Kirsten Robinson
Category:- best
Quote:- Sunset is the only therapy I need. There is something magical about it, it makes you feel things. And with every new sunset that feeling is always different. And the beutiful thing is that no matter what you feel, as long as you feel, you are living and that is all that matters.
Author:- Tadas Petrovas
Category:- hope
Quote:- Sunsets are proof that we don't need to touch someone to feel them.
Author:- Nida Awadia
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Supe que eras mi compañera.y que estabas enamorada de otro hombre.y que te habias destruido para salvarlo,y que ...que eso no me importaba.Si ibas a morir ,yo iba a morir contigo"Rhysand
A Court of Thorns and Roses Box Set
Author:- Sarah J. Maas
Category:- Love
Quote:- Superhuman effort isn't worth a damn unless it achieves results.
Author:- Ernest Shackleton
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Superior experience and knowledge will be made available to a man or woman in exact accordance with his worth, capacity and earning of it.
Author:- Idries Shah
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places.
Author:- Raquel Cepeda
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Suppose that we are wise enough to learn and know—and yet not wise enough to control our learning and knowledge, so that we use it to destroy ourselves? Even if that is so, knowledge remains better than ignorance. It is better to know—even if the knowledge endures only for the moment that comes before destruction—than to gain eternal life at the price of a dull and swinish lack of comprehension of a universe that swirls unseen before us in all its wonder. That was the choice of Achilles, and it is mine, too.
Author:- Isaac Asimov
Category:- science,knowledge
Quote:- Suppose we wanted to transmit this knowledge, everything we had ever learned, to another world. First we would want to make the representation as compact as possible. By squeezing out redundancies we could compress the number so that it would occupy smaller and smaller spaces. In fact, if we are adept enough we can represent the number in a manner that requires almost no space whatsoever. We simply take the long string of digits and put a decimal point in front of it so that it becomes a fraction between 0 and 1, a mere point on a line. Then we choose a smooth stick and declare one end 0 and the other end 1. Measuring carefully, we make a notch in the stick -- a point on the continuum representing the number. All of our history, our philosophy, our music, our art, our science -- everything we know would be implicit in that single mark. To retrieve the world's knowledge, one would measure the distance of the notch from the end of the stick, then convert the number back into the books, the music, the images. The success of the scheme would depend on the fineness of the mark and the exactness of the measurement. The slightest imprecision would cause whole Libraries of Alexandria to burn. [...]Suppose the medicine men of Otowi had discovered this trick. Suppose, contrary to all evidence, that they had developed a written language, a number system, and tools of enough precision to encode a single book of sacred knowledge into the notch of a prayer stick -- the very book, perhaps, that explains what the symbols on the rock walls mean. And suppose a hiker, exploring one day in the caves above Otowi, found the stick. Could the knowledge be recovered?[...]Aliens trying to decode our records might recognize what seemed to be deliberate patterns in the markings of ink on pages or the fluctuating magnetic fields of computer disks (though, again, if the information had been highly compressed, it would be harder and harder to distinguish from randomness). If they persisted, would they find truths to marvel at, signs of kindred minds? Or would they even recognize the books and tapes as things that might be worth analyzing? One can't go around measuring every notch on every stick.
Fire in the Mind: Science, Faith, and the Search for Order
Author:- George Johnson
Category:- knowledge