The first time someone I loved left me behind...I didn't know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy little end table, four solid legs. I was sure we would now be off-kilter, always unstable. Until one day I looked more closely, and realized that we had simply become a stool. Lone Wolf
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Quote:- The first time you make a sale in a new business, no matter the amount, it's a very big deal.
The $100 Startup: Reinvent the Way You Make a Living, Do What You Love, and Create a New Future
Author:- Chris Guillebeau
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through …
Author:- John Ashbery
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The fish of deep waters feels uncomfortable in shallow water. She doesn't lack confidence, courage or anything. She just doesn't belong with the fishes of shallow waters.
Author:- Shunya
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The flame that burns Twice as bright burns half as long.
Te Tao Ching
Author:- Lao Tzu
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- the flames are silent,Peace is violent,Tears are frozen’cause massacre was chosen.~~ 26/11– Mumbai terror attack memories
Author:- Ankita Singhal
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The Flex is about turning stiff thoughts into flexible ones. It's essentially a system upgrade that fixes the bugs of self-blame, anxiety, perfectionism, the disease to please, and avoidance.
Happy Not Perfect: Upgrade Your Mind, Challenge Your Thoughts, and Free Yourself from Anxiety
Author:- Poppy Jamie
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The FlightLook back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain--But what if I heard my first love calling me again?Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,Take me far away to the hills that hide your home;Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door--But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?
Love Songs
Author:- Sara Teasdale
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
Orlando
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.
Mulan
Author:- Walt Disney Company
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- The focusing power of attention never fails.It is the secret of success.Concentrate. Then go after what you want.
Author:- Laeeq Peeran
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The fog sliding, against the window The dawn slowly breaking The air I soundly breathe The substance The sun The evidence My trust I watch You move I feel Your wind Surrounding me So deep within You’ll come to me Near, from afar Relentlessly I hear the roar And in Your eyes Are all the answers My heart surrenders So faith prevails So you are more In all You ARE
Author:- mohamad fattal
Category:- hope
Quote:- The fog smelled like fucking, like us, like our sweat fermented into sweet pudding
Bestiary
Author:- K-Ming Chang
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- The following proposition seems to me in a high degree probable—namely, that any animal whatever, endowed with well-marked social instincts, the parental and filial affections being here included, would inevitably acquire a moral sense or conscience, as soon as its intellectual powers had become as well, or nearly as well developed, as in man. For, firstly, the social instincts lead an animal to take pleasure in the society of its fellows, to feel a certain amount of sympathy with them, and to perform various services for them.
The Descent of Man
Author:- Charles Darwin
Category:- science
Quote:- The following year the house was substantially remodeled, and the conservatory removed. As the walls of the now crumbling wall were being torn down, one of the workmen chanced upon a small leatherbound book that had apparently been concealed behind a loose brick or in a crevice in the wall. By this time Emily Dickinson was a household name in Amherst. It happened that this carpenter was a lover of poetry- and hers in particular- and when he opened the little book and realized that that he had found her diary, he was seized with a violent trembling, as he later told his grandson. Both electrified and terrified by the discovery, he hid the book in his lunch bucket until the workday ended and then took it home. He told himself that after he had read and savored every page, he would turn the diary over to someone who would know how to best share it with the public. But as he read, he fell more and more deeply under the poet’s spell and began to imagine that he was her confidant. He convinced himself that in his new role he was no longer obliged to give up the diary. Finally, having brushed away the light taps of conscience, he hid the book at the back of an oak chest in his bedroom, from which he would draw it out periodically over the course of the next sixty-four years until he had virtually memorized its contents. Even his family never knew of its existence. Shortly before his death in 1980 at the age of eighty-nine, the old man finally showed his most prized possession to his grandson (his only son having preceded him in death), confessing that his delight in it had always been tempered by a nagging guilt and asking that the young man now attempt to atone for his grandfather’s sin. The grandson, however, having inherited both the old man’s passion for poetry and his tendency towards paralysis of conscience, and he readily succumbed to the temptation to hold onto the diary indefinitely while trying to decide what ought to be done with it.
The Diary of Emily Dickinson
Author:- Jamie Fuller
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The fool who knows his folly Becomes wise by that fact.But the fool who thinks he's wise - He's called 'a fool' indeed!
The Dhammapada
Author:- Anonymous
Category:- knowledge