The question 'What was there before creation?' is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation. I, Lucifer
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Quote:- The question is banal but one of the real troubles with living is that living is so banal.
Giovanni's Room
Author:- James Baldwin
Category:- Life
Quote:- The question is only: Where do we classify this phenomenon? What do we call it, how explain it? That sounds like the pedantic schoolmaster, but we Castalians are schoolmasters, after all; and if I want to classify and find a term for your and our experience, it is not because I wish to destroy its beauty by generalizing it, but because I want to describe and preserve it as distinctly as possible.
The Glass Bead Game
Author:- Hermann Hesse
Category:- science
Quote:- The question is whether any civilization can wage relentless war on life without destroying itself, and without losing the right to be called civilized.
Author:- Rachel Carson
Category:- science
Quote:- THE QUESTION IS WHY WOULD YOU EVER DO ANYTHING?
Author:- Jordan B. Peterson
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The question of why behind every phenomenon in nature, does not have one answer, it has infinite layers of answer, and the more layers you unravel, the closer you get to understanding the makeup of the universe.
Hometown Human: To Live for Soil and Society
Author:- Abhijit Naskar
Category:- science,knowledge
Quote:- The Question:Everything is happening to or for us?The heart to heart note:Creators we be. Eventful, life is. And, agreeing to any perspective is as human as it gets. The push & pull, rise & descent, are marks of subjective positions: cognitively, psychologically, emotionally, and how we infuse our experiences with labels. So, everything is what we make it to be.
Author:- Bella Bloom
Category:- Life
Quote:- The questions that keep us up at night are the questions which drive us during the day.
Author:- Isaac Mashman
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The quickest way to rectify that mistake (choosing the wrong person) is by learning from that, moving on, and choosing much more wisely in the future.
He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys
Author:- Greg Behrendt
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- The quiet regrowth of a forest,fertilized only by its own burnt flesh,is what I think of when I think of survival. When we are able to look death in the face and prosper because of it, and not just despite it,we prove that to live is to contradict.
Author:- Belle Townsend
Category:- Life
Quote:- The Quiet WorldIn an effort to get people to lookinto each other’s eyes more,and also to appease the mutes,the government has decidedto allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup.I am adjusting well to the new way.Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you.When she doesn’t respond,I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love youthirty-two and a third times.After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.
Forgiveness Parade
Author:- Jeffrey McDaniel
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The quintessence of dust is zero-finity-infinity. It can be expressed as the local plus the non-local, matter and mind, nature and supernature, physics and metaphysics, body and soul, Creation and the Creator, the dream and the dreamer, spacetime and singularity. Ontological mathematics alone can elucidate all of these relationships. It’s all in the math! It’s not as if it could be anywhere else. 1 + 1 = 2.
This Quintessence of Dust: If Humans Aren’t Dust, What Are They?
Author:- David Sinclair
Category:- science,philosophy
Quote:- The QuitterWhen you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow...It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard. "You're sick of the game!" Well, now, that's a shame. You're young and you're brave and you're bright. "You've had a raw deal!" I know — but don't squeal, Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight. It's the plugging away that will win you the day, So don't be a piker, old pard! Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit: It's the keeping-your-chin-up that's hard. It's easy to cry that you're beaten — and die; It's easy to crawfish and crawl; But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight — Why, that's the best game of them all! And though you come out of each gruelling bout, All broken and beaten and scarred, Just have one more try — it's dead easy to die, It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
Author:- Robert W. Service
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The radiant clarity that comes with daily sunrise and sunset meditations changes your energy field and vibration. I call it a soul practice.
Author:- Lisa Haisha
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The rain always reminds me of your sublimity.
Why the Silhouette?
Author:- Avijeet Das
Category:- Love
Quote:- The rain begins with a single drop
Daring to Drive: A Saudi Woman's Awakening
Author:- Manal al-Sharif
Category:- hope
Quote:- The rain set early in tonight,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its best to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in Porphyria; straightShe shut the cold out and the storm,And kneeled and made the cheerless grateBlaze up and all the cottage warm;
Author:- Robert Browning
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt.
Author:- Robert Frost
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The Rainy DayThe day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,And the days are dark and dreary.Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary.
Ballads and Other Poems
Author:- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Category:- poetry