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.
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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
Quote:- The ramdomness of events in the world is so lacking in logic that we give it names like destiny, fate, karma and kismat to deal with the irrationality of its sequence
Bombay Rains, Bombay Girls
Author:- Anirban Bose
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The range of human knowledge today is so great that we're all specialists and the distance between specializations has become so great that anyone who seeks to wander freely between them almost has to forego closeness with the people around him.
Author:- Robert M. Pirsig
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- The rapid accumulation of knowledge has spawned a sense of urgency to master information quickly, perhaps at the expense of building foundational understanding needed for future learning. Quality remains elusive. More and faster have become mistakenly synonymous with better.
Design Technology: Children's Engineering
Author:- Susan Dunn
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- The rational and dispassionate virtue of an impartial Judge Imposter can become irrational and cold, which is the shadow side of the Judge archetype. You might even have a tendency to be a bit holier-than-thou, even though under all that hubris there’s usually an insecure inner child whose judgmental nature is hiding a lot of self-doubt
Author:- Lisa Haisha
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The real architect of a life is the hard and almost impossible circumstances one faces.
Author:- John Paul Warren
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The real beginning of influence comes as others sense you are being influenced by them--when they feel understood by you--that you have listened deeply and sincerely, and that you are open.
Author:- Stephen Cove
Category:- motivational
Quote:- The real community of man, in the midst of all the self-contradictory simulacra of community, is the community of those who seek the truth, of the potential knowers...of all men to the extent they desire to know. But in fact, this includes only a few, the true friends, as Plato was to Aristotle at the very moment they were disagreeing about the nature of the good...They were absolutely one soul as they looked at the problem. This, according to Plato, is the only real friendship, the only real common good. It is here that the contact people so desperately seek is to be found...This is the meaning of the riddle of the improbable philosopher-kings. They have a true community that is exemplary for all other communities.
The Closing of the American Mind
Author:- Allan Bloom
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The real dawah to Islam is the character of a Muslim.
Author:- Nouman Ali Khan
Category:- time