The limit of man s knowledge in any subject possesses a high interest which is perhaps increased by its close neighbourhood to the realms of imagination.
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Quote:- The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace.
Bridge of Scarlet Leaves
Author:- Kristina McMorris
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The lines in your hand, that foretell your future, is drawn by you.
Author:- CK
Category:- Life
Quote:- THE LION FEELS AS THE KING OF THE JUNGLE BECAUSE OF HIS STRENGTH. IN THE JUNGLE, ELECTIONS DO NOT TAKE PLACE.
Author:- SACHIN RAMDAS BHARATIYA
Category:- Life
Quote:- The lion is never afraid to walk alone on a lonely path.
Author:- Lailah Gifty Akita
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The list of genocides committed on Earth are endless, the fact that we never learned or know about them does not mean they did not exist.
Sinless
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life
Quote:- The Listeners'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,Knocking on the moonlit door;And his horse in the silence champed the grassesOf the forest's ferny floor.And a bird flew up out of the turret,Above the Traveller's head:And he smote upon the door again a second time;'Is there anybody there?' he said.But no one descended to the Traveller;No head from the leaf-fringed sillLeaned over and looked into his grey eyes,Where he stood perplexed and still.But only a host of phantom listenersThat dwelt in the lone house thenStood listening in the quiet of the moonlightTo that voice from the world of men:Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,That goes down to the empty hall,Hearkening in an air stirred and shakenBy the lonely Traveller's call.And he felt in his heart their strangeness,Their stillness answering his cry,While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,'Neath the starred and leafy sky;For he suddenly smote on the door, evenLouder, and lifted his head:--'Tell them I came, and no one answered,That I kept my word,' he said.Never the least stir made the listeners,Though every word he spakeFell echoing through the shadowiness of the still houseFrom the one man left awake:Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,And the sound of iron on stone,And how the silence surged softly backward,When the plunging hoofs were gone.
Author:- Walter de la Mare
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The Little Boy and the Old ManSaid the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."Said the old man, "I do that too."The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."I do that too," laughed the little old man.Said the little boy, "I often cry."The old man nodded, "So do I."But worst of all," said the boy, "it seemsGrown-ups don't pay attention to me."And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.I know what you mean," said the little old man.
Author:- Shel Silverstein
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The little boy nodded at the peony and the peony seemed to nod back. The little boy was neat, clean and pretty. The peony was unchaste, dishevelled as peonies must be, and at the height of its beauty.(...) Every hour is filled with such moments, big with significance for someone.
What's Bred in the Bone
Author:- Robertson Davies
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- the little fires set the flames of an idea licking the page how knowledge burns
Monument: Poems New and Selected
Author:- Natasha Trethewey
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- The little things make the happiest lives.
How To Dance In Time
Author:- Jenim Dibie
Category:- Love
Quote:- The lives around you are great resources of knowledge
Author:- Anath Lee Wales
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.
Children of the Mind
Author:- Orson Scott Card
Category:- time
Quote:- The lives of the living are still in their immature state, still growing.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life
Quote:- The living dead had taken more from us than land and loved ones. They'd robbed us of our confidence as the planet's dominant life form. We were a shaken, broken species, driven to the edge of extinction and grateful only for tomorrow with perhaps a little less suffering than today. Was this the legacy we would leave our children, a level of anxiety and self-doubt not seen since our simian ancestors cowered in the tallest trees? What kind of world would they rebuild? Would they rebuild at all? Could they continue to progress, knowing that they would be powerless to reclaim their future? And what if that future saw another rise of the living dead? Would our descendants rise to meet them in battle, or simply crumple in meek surrender and accept what they believe to be their inevitable extinction? For this alone, we had to reclaim our planet. We had to prove to ourselves that we could do it, and leave that proof as this war's greatest monument. The long, hard road back to humanity, or the regressive ennui of Earth's once-proud primates. That was the choice, and it had to be made now.
World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War
Author:- Max Brooks
Category:- hope
Quote:- The living have no experience of death, so we can't imagine anything practical about it.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Love,Life
Quote:- The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being.
Selected Essays
Author:- D.H. Lawrence
Category:- philosophy