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Quote:- The day breaks not: it is my heart.
The Complete English Poems
Author:- John Donne
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The day he came home from the hospital, he cried. I held him. I thought he would never stop.I knew that a part of him would never be the same.They cracked more than his ribs.
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
Author:- Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Category:- best
Quote:- The day he moved out was terrible – That evening she went through hell.His absence wasn’t a problemBut the corkscrew had gone as well.
Serious Concerns
Author:- Wendy Cope
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.
Idle Thursday
Author:- Kelly Moran
Category:- Life
Quote:- The day I no longer walk through the forest with wonder, is the day I no longer belong to this earth.
Mushroom Wanderland: A Forager's Guide to Finding, Identifying, and Using More Than 25 Wild Fungi
Author:- Jess Starwood
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- The Day is DoneThe day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the villageGleam through the rain and the mist,And a feeling of sadness comes o'er meThat my soul cannot resist:A feeling of sadness and longing,That is not akin to pain,And resembles sorrow onlyAs the mist resembles the rain.Come, read to me some poem,Some simple and heartfelt lay,That shall soothe this restless feeling,And banish the thoughts of day.Not from the grand old masters,Not from the bards sublime,Whose distant footsteps echoThrough the corridors of Time.For, like strains of martial music,Their mighty thoughts suggestLife's endless toil and endeavor;And to-night I long for rest.Read from some humbler poet,Whose songs gushed from his heart,As showers from the clouds of summer,Or tears from the eyelids start;Who, through long days of labor,And nights devoid of ease,Still heard in his soul the musicOf wonderful melodies.Such songs have power to quietThe restless pulse of care,And come like the benedictionThat follows after prayer.Then read from the treasured volumeThe poem of thy choice,And lend to the rhyme of the poetThe beauty of thy voice.And the night shall be filled with music,And the cares, that infest the day,Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,And as silently steal away.
The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems
Author:- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The day is refracted, and the next and the one after that, all of them broken up into a hundred juggled segments, each brilliant and self-contained so that the hours are no longer linear but assorted like bright sweets in a jar.
Moon Tiger
Author:- Penelope Lively
Category:- time
Quote:- The day science begins to study non-physical phenomena, it will make more progress in one decade than in all the previous centuries of its existence.
Author:- Nikola Tesla
Category:- science
Quote:- The day the power of love overrules the love of power, the world will know peace.
Author:- Mahatma Gandhi
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The day we run out of questions, will be the day we run out of life.
Aşkanjali: The Sufi Sermon
Author:- Abhijit Naskar
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- The day we start reading nature, the animals, the trees, the birds, and the ones that live in the water. We would understand divine engineering within them and when we would wonder about what has been kept in them we would then wonder about ourselves too and start thinking about ourselves and gets to know the truth about us, our reality, and why we are here for. We would then be knowing wonders within and know the engineer that sits within all of us. That's the start of spirituality the one who knows thyself knows thy god.
The Inward Journey
Author:- Aiyaz Uddin
Category:- science
Quote:- The day we stop dreaming is the day we stop living
I, Tarzan: Against All Odds
Author:- Jean-Philippe Soulé
Category:- Life
Quote:- The day will bring hope for me," said Aragorn. "Is it not said that no foe has ever taken the Hornburg, if men defended it?""So the minstrels say," said Éomer."Then let us defend it, and hope!
The Two Towers
Author:- J.R.R. Tolkien
Category:- hope
Quote:- The day you convince yourself that you've mastered your craft or profession or even your relationships, is the day you cease to live. The thirst for knowledge and the mind's ravenous appetite for constant growth and evolution helps sustain a meaningful existence. If you cease to aim higher, you will surely fall short.
The Other 99 T.Y.M.E.S: Train Your Mind to Enjoy Serenity
Author:- Carlos Wallace
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- The day you stop looking for happiness outside, the very day you will be happy.
Author:- Garima Dixit
Category:- Life
Quote:- The day you’ll start craving for a savior to deliver you is the day you’ll welcome any tyrant into your soul. Freedom is the game of the unsaved and the unsavable.
A PHILOSOPHICAL KALEIDOSCOPE: Thoughts, Contemplations, Aphorisms
Author:- Giannis Delimitsos
Category:- best
Quote:- The day your mind says to clean up your act is the day you get on a road to recovery. Only you can change your ways and no one else.
Author:- Major Mike Russell
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The days are just an illusion, there should be no excuse for performing your duties according to the man-made calendar.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life
Quote:- The days aren't discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues,the journeys go and come between honey and pain.No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net.They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.Sleep doesn't divide life into halves,or action, or silence, or honor:life is like a stone, a single motion,a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metalthat climbs or descends burning in your bones.
Still Another Day
Author:- Pablo Neruda
Category:- poetry