The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly. Opus Posthumous: Poems, Plays, Prose
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Quote:- The finished clock is resplendent. At first glance it is simply a clock, a rather large black clock with a white face and a silver pendulum. Well crafted, obviously, with intricately carved woodwork edges and a perfectly painted face, but just a clock.But that is before it is wound. Before it begins to tick, the pendulum swinging steadily and evenly. Then, then it becomes something else.The changes are slow. First, the color changes in the face, shifts from white to grey, and then there are clouds that float across it, disappearing when they reach the opposite side. Meanwhile, bits of the body of the clock expand and contract, like pieces of a puzzle. As though the clock is falling apart, slowly and gracefully.All of this takes hours.The face of the clock becomes a darker grey, and then black, with twinkling stars where numbers had been previously. The body of the clock, which has been methodically turning itself inside out and expanding, is now entirely subtle shades of white and grey. And it is not just pieces, it is figures and objects, perfectly carved flowers and planets and tiny books with actual paper pages that turn. There is a silver dragon that curls around part of the now visible clockwork, a tiny princess in a carved tower who paces in distress, awaiting an absent prince. Teapots that pour into teacups and minuscule curls of steam that rise from them as the seconds tick. Wrapped presents open. Small cats chase small dogs. An entire game of chess is played.At the center, where a cuckoo bird would live in a more traditional timepiece, is the juggler. Dress in harlequin style with a grey mask, he juggles shiny silver balls that correspond to each hour. As the clock chimes, another ball joins the rest until at midnight he juggles twelve balls in a complex pattern.After midnight, the clock begins once more to fold in upon itself. The face lightens and the cloud returns. The number of juggled balls decreases until the juggler himself vanishes.By noon it is a clock again, and no longer a dream.
The Night Circus
Author:- Erin Morgenstern
Category:- time
Quote:- The fire of your imagination is stronger than your reality.
Author:- Hiral Nagda
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The firmest friendships have been formed in mutual adversity, as iron is most strongly united by the fiercest flame
Author:- Charles Caleb Colton
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- The first and final thing you have to do in this world is to last it and not be smashed by it.
Author:- Ernest Hemingway
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- The first and most important field of philosophy is the application of principles such as Do not lie. Next come the proofs, such as why we should not lie. The third field supports and articulates the proofs, by asking, for example, How does this prove it? What exactly is a proof, what is logical inference, what is contradiction, what is truth, what is falsehood? Thus, the third field is necessary because of the second, and the second because of the first. The most important, though, the one that should occupy most of our time, is the first. But we do just the opposite. We are preoccupied with the third field and give that all our attention, passing the first by altogether. The result is that we lie – but have no difficulty proving why we shouldn’t.
The Art of Living: The Classical Manual on Virtue, Happiness and Effectiveness
Author:- Epictetus
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The first and most important thing an individual can do is to become an individual again, decontrol himself, train himself as to what is going on and win back as much independent ground for himself as possible
Author:- William S. Burroughs
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The first and the most important relationship in life is the one we have with ourselves.
Author:- Nancy B. Urbach
Category:- Life
Quote:- The first bud of spring sings the other seeds into joining her uprising.
Author:- Amanda Gorman
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The first challenge is that, you cannot expect everyone to get the same understanding of the book. Are we not all unique in life?
Resistance To Intolerance
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Love
Quote:- The first child is also loved, when he is still the only child and there is the absence of someone who can take his place.
Sinless
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life,Love
Quote:- The first duty of a man is to think for himself
Author:- Jose Marti
Category:- philosophy,hope
Quote:- The first fact of the world is that it repeats itself. I had been taught to believe that the freshness of children lay in their capacity for wonder at the vividness and strangeness of the particular, but what is fresh in them is that they still experience the power of repetition, from which our first sense of the power of mastery comes. Though predictable is an ugly little world in daily life, in our first experience of it we are clued to the hope of a shapeliness in things. To see that power working on adults, you have to catch them out: the look of foolish happiness on the faces of people who have just sat down to dinner is their knowledge that dinner will be served. Probably, that is the psychological basis for the power and the necessity of artistic form...Maybe our first experience of form is the experience of our own formation...And I am not thinking mainly of poems about form; I’m thinking of the form of a poem, the shape of its understanding. The presence of that shaping constitutes the presence of poetry.
Author:- Robert Hass
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The first gift is Strength. May you remember to call upon it whenever you need it.
The Twelve Gifts of Birth
Author:- Charlene Costanzo
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- The first half of life is learning to be an adult-the second half is learning to be a child.
Author:- Pablo Picasso
Category:- Life
Quote:- The first kiss and the first glass of wine are the best.
Author:- Marty Rubin
Category:- poetry