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Quote:- The change in mood is the result of not maintaining a good balance in the body. Malnutrition often causes the body to malfunction.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life
Quote:- The chaos that conceals your path today, will document your journey tomorrow.
Author:- Meeta Ahluwalia
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The characters in my novels are my own unrealised possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented.
Author:- Milan Kundera
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The Chicago historian Studs Terkel asked Bob Dylan in the sixties about how he went about writing a song and trying to outdo himself, or at least being as good as the last song he wrote, and his response was pretty damn perfect. I’m content with the same old piece of wood, he said. I just want to find another place to pound a nail . . . Music, my writing, is something special, not sacred. If the songs Bob Dylan wrote aren’t sacred, then nobody’s songs are sacred. Nobody’s. No one has ever laid on their deathbed thinking, Thank god I didn’t make that song. Thank god I didn’t make that piece of art. Thank god I avoided the embarrassment of putting a bad poem into the world. Nobody reaches the end of their life and regrets even a single moment of creating something, no matter how shitty or unappreciated that something might have been. I’m writing this just weeks after returning from Belleville, where I sat next to my dad’s bed in my childhood house and watched him die. I can guarantee you that in the final moments of his life, he wasn’t kicking himself for all those times when he dared to make a fool of himself by singing too loud.
Let's Go (So We Can Get Back): A Memoir of Recording and Discording with Wilco, Etc.
Author:- Jeff Tweedy
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The chief beauty about timeis that you cannot waste it in advance.The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you,as perfect, as unspoiled,as if you had never wasted or misapplieda single moment in all your life.You can turn over a new leaf every hourif you choose.
Author:- Arnold Bennett
Category:- time,hope
Quote:- The chief danger to our philosophy, apart from laziness and woolliness, is scholasticism, the essence of which is treating what is vague as if it were precise and trying to fit it into an exact logical category.
Author:- Frank P Ramsey
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The chief deficiency I see in the skeptical movement is its polarization: Us vs. Them — the sense that we have a monopoly on the truth; that those other people who believe in all these stupid doctrines are morons; that if you're sensible, you'll listen to us; and if not, to hell with you. This is nonconstructive. It does not get our message across. It condemns us to permanent minority status.
The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
Author:- Carl Sagan
Category:- science
Quote:- The child is a combination of the father and the mother. Therefore, he is the role model of his parents.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life
Quote:- The child was slender as fleeting hope.
The Exorcist
Author:- William Peter Blatty
Category:- hope
Quote:- The Children's HourBetween the dark and the daylight,When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day's occupations,That is known as the Children's Hour.I hear in the chamber above meThe patter of little feet,The sound of a door that is opened,And voices soft and sweet.From my study I see in the lamplight,Descending the broad hall stair,Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,And Edith with golden hair.A whisper, and then a silence:Yet I know by their merry eyesThey are plotting and planning togetherTo take me by surprise.A sudden rush from the stairway,A sudden raid from the hall!By three doors left unguardedThey enter my castle wall!They climb up into my turretO'er the arms and back of my chair;If I try to escape, they surround me;They seem to be everywhere.They almost devour me with kisses,Their arms about me entwine,Till I think of the Bishop of BingenIn his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti,Because you have scaled the wall,Such an old mustache as I amIs not a match for you all!I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeonIn the round-tower of my heart.And there will I keep you forever,Yes, forever and a day,Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,And moulder in dust away!
The Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Author:- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The choice is ours to act on what we know.
The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma
Author:- Bessel van der Kolk
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The choice is yours. Don't let your pronouncements destroy your destiny rather let them build your future up!
The Prince and the Pauper
Author:- Jaachynma N.E. Agu
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- The choice is yours..., the way you want to live!
Twenty + One - 21 Short Stories
Author:- Shree Shambav
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The choice to make good choices is the best choice you can choose. Fail to make that choice and on most choices you will lose.
Author:- Ryan Lilly
Category:- inspiration,motivational,motivational
Quote:- The church has never been asked to explain anything, our speciality, along with ballistics, has always been the neutralisation of the overly curious mind through faith.
Author:- José Saramago
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The circumstances surrounding your birth is not as important as the opportunity to live life.
Think Great: Be Great!
Author:- Lailah Gifty Akita
Category:- Life
Quote:- The city which lay below was a charnel house built on multi-layered bones centuries older than those which lay beneath the cities of Hamburg or Dresden. Was this knowledge part of the mystery it held for her, a mystery felt most strongly on a bell-chimed Sunday on her solitary exploration of its hidden alleys and squares? Time had fascinated her from childhood, its apparent power to move at different speeds, the dissolution it wrought on minds and bodies, her sense that each moment, all moments past and those to come, were fused into an illusory present which with every breath became the unalterable, indestructible past. In the City of London these moments were caught and solidified in stone and brick, in churches and monuments and in bridges which spanned the grey-brown ever-flowing Thames. She would walk out in spring or summer as early as six o'clock, double-locking the front door behind her, stepping into a silence more profound and mysterious than the absence of noise. Sometimes in this solitary perambulation it seenmed that her own footsteps were muted, as if some part of her were afraid to waken the dead who had walked thse streets and had known the same silence.
The Private Patient
Author:- P.D. James
Category:- time