Survival is something that comes naturally to a refugee. Ouch!: A memoir with a twist…
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Quote:- Survival machines that can simulate the future are one jump ahead of survival machines who can only learn on the basis of overt trial and error. The trouble with overt trial is that it takes time and energy. The trouble with overt error is that it is often fatal. Simulation is both safer and faster. The evolution of the capacity to simulate seems to have cumulated in subjective consciousness.
Author:- Richard Dawkins
Category:- best
Quote:- Survival requires that we learn to laugh things off and start over
The Secrets of Consulting: A Guide to Giving and Getting Advice Successfully
Author:- Gerald M. Weinberg
Category:- best
Quote:- Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.
A Month Of Sundays
Author:- John Updike
Category:- time
Quote:- Sustain joy by anchoring yourself with gratitude.
Author:- C. Toni Graham
Category:- inspiration,motivational
Quote:- Swagger isn’t just about what you do or say. It’s how you feel about it.
Swagger: Unleash Everything You Are and Become Everything You Want
Author:- Leslie Ehm
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Swagger requires you to let your guard down. If nothing can get in, then nothing can get out.
Swagger: Unleash Everything You Are and Become Everything You Want
Author:- Leslie Ehm
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,But never will be sung to us again,Is they remembrance. Now the hour of restHath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
Author:- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sweet death is after all what releases us from the misery that is life.
The International Master: and Other Short Stories
Author:- J.M. Furace
Category:- best
Quote:- Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.
Open Me Carefully: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson
Author:- Emily Dickinson
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sweet is the lore which nature brings;Our meddling intellectMisshapes the beauteous forms of things—We murder to dissect.
Lyrical Ballads
Author:- William Wordsworth
Category:- poetry
Quote:- sweet spring is yourtime is my time is ourtime for springtime is lovetimeand viva sweet love(all the merry little birds areflying in the floating in thevery spirits singing inare winging in the blossoming)lovers go and lovers comeawandering awonderingbut any two are perfectlyalone there's nobody else alive(such a sky and such a suni never knew and neither did youand everybody never breathedquite so many kinds of yes)not a tree can count his leaveseach herself by openingbut shining who by thousands meanonly one amazing thing(secretly adoring shylytiny winging darting floatingmerry in the blossomingalways joyful selves are singing)sweet spring is yourtime is my time is ourtime for springtime is lovetimeand viva sweet love
Author:- E. e. cummings
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sweetly the summer air came up to the tumulus, the grass sighed softly, the butterflies went by, sometimes alighting on the green dome. Two thousand years! Summer after summer the blue butterflies had visited the mound, the thyme had flowered, the wind sighed in the grass. The azure morning had spread its arms over the low tomb; and full glowing noon burned on it; the purple of sunset rosied the sward. Stars, ruddy in the vapour of the southern horizon, beamed at midnight through the mystic summer night, which is dusky and yet full of light. White mists swept up and hid it; dews rested on the turf; tender harebells drooped; the wings of the finches fanned the air—finches whose colours faded from the wings how many centuries ago! Brown autumn dwelt in the woods beneath; the rime of winter whitened the beech clump on the ridge; again the buds came on the wind-blown hawthorn bushes, and in the evening the broad constellation of Orion covered the east. Two thousand times! Two thousand times the woods grew green, and ring-doves built their nests. Day and night for two thousand years—light and shadow sweeping over the mound—two thousand years of labour by day and slumber by night. Mystery gleaming in the stars, pouring down in the sunshine, speaking in the night, the wonder of the sun and of far space, for twenty centuries round about this low and green-grown dome. Yet all that mystery and wonder is as nothing to the Thought that lies therein, to the spirit that I feel so close.
The Story of My Heart: As Rediscovered by Brooke Williams and Terry Tempest Williams
Author:- Richard Jefferies
Category:- time
Quote:- Swiftly the brain becomes an enchanted loom, where millions of flashing shuttles weave a dissolving pattern-always a meaningful pattern-though never an abiding one.
Author:- Charles Sherrington
Category:- science
Quote:- Swimming against a river is like fighting against the emotions from passing through you; allow your body to flow with the river.
If Stars Could Speak
Author:- Natalia Beshqoy
Category:- inspiration