Waste not a second of the day, who knows if this moment will return, count each blessing of time when you dance the dance of life. The Book of Dance
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Quote:- Waste your money and you're only out of money, but waste your time and you've lost a part of your life.
Author:- Michael LeBoeuf
Category:- time
Quote:- Waste yourself: give yourself to others!
Author:- Venerable Fulton Sheen
Category:- Life,best
Quote:- Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.
Love Her Wild
Author:- Atticus Poetry
Category:- best,poetry
Quote:- Watch out for intellect,because it knows so much it knows nothingand leaves you hanging upside down,mouthing knowledge as your heartfalls out of your mouth.
The Complete Poems
Author:- Anne Sexton
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Watch what you ask for you just might get it.
Author:- Marylin Schirmer
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Watch what you say.Stop telling lies about other people with the intention of spreading hate or character assassination.You are cursing yourself.Tomorrow you will be wondering why your things are not working out. Why you're not making it, with the qualification, connection and experience your having. Forgetting that , it is because of the karma of lies you told about other people.Proverb 18:21 | Ephesians 4:29 | Psalms 1:1
Author:- De philosopher DJ Kyos
Category:- best
Quote:- Watch your thoughts.What you are now is result of your past thinking, how you will be depends on your present thinking
Author:- Srinivart
Category:- best
Quote:- Watching him with one eye, she wondered if men ever figured out that they were more appealing when they were pursuing their own work than when they were pursuing a woman.
The Sparrow
Author:- Mary Doria Russell
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Watching large mammals living their ordinary life in the jungle is extraordinary
Amazonia And Other Forests Of Brazil
Author:- Antonio Rossano Mendes Pontes
Category:- science
Quote:- Water everywhere, falling in thundering cataracts, singular drops, and draping sheets. Kellhus paused next to one of the shining braziers, peered beneath the bronze visage that loomed orange and scowling over his father, watched him lean back into absolute shadow.You came to the world, unseen lips said, and you saw that Men were like children.Lines of radiance danced across the intervening waters.It is their nature to believe as their fathers believed, the darkness continued. To desire as they desired … Men are like wax poured into moulds: their souls are cast by their circumstances. Why are no Fanim children born to Inrithi parents? Why are no Inrithi children born to Fanim parents? Because these truths are made, cast by the particularities of circumstance. Rear an infant among Fanim and he will become Fanim. Rear him among Inrithi and he will become Inrithi …Split him in two, and he would murder himself.Without warning, the face re-emerged, water-garbled, white save the black sockets beneath his brow. The action seemed random, as though his father merely changed posture to relieve some vagrant ache, but it was not. Everything, Kellhus knew, had been premeditated. For all the changes wrought by thirty years in the Wilderness, his father remained Dûnyain …Which meant that Kellhus stood on conditioned ground.But as obvious as this is, the blurred face continued, it escapes them. Because they cannot see what comes before them, they assume nothing comes before them. Nothing. They are numb to the hammers of circumstance, blind to their conditioning. What is branded into them, they think freely chosen.So they thoughtlessly cleave to their intuitions, and curse those who dare question. They make ignorance their foundation. They confuse their narrow conditioning for absolute truth.He raised a cloth, pressed it into the pits of his eyes. When he withdrew it, two rose-coloured stains marked the pale fabric. The face slipped back into the impenetrable black.And yet part of them fears. For even unbelievers share the depth of their conviction. Everywhere, all about them, they see examples of their own self-deception … ‘Me!’ everyone cries. ‘I am chosen!’ How could they not fear when they so resemble children stamping their feet in the dust? So they encircle themselves with yea-sayers, and look to the horizon for confirmation, for some higher sign that they are as central to the world as they are to themselves.He waved his hand out, brought his palm to his bare breast. And they pay with the coin of their devotion.
The Thousandfold Thought
Author:- R. Scott Bakker
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Water is such a lifesaver into which we cannot breathe but without taking it into us we cannot live
Author:- Munia Khan
Category:- Life
Quote:- Water is to India as blood is to the body, with the many rivers functioning as arteries – the Ganges being the aorta – and the monsoon timelessly arriving as a much-needed annual blood transfusion.
The Local School
Author:- Colin Phelan
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Water, water, everywhere,And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, everywhere,Nor any drop to drink.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Author:- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Wavefunction collapse is a generator of knowledge: it is not so much a process that gives us the answers, but is the process by which answers are created. The outcome of that process can’t, in general, be predicted with certainty, but quantum mechanics gives us a method for calculating the probabilities of particular outcomes. That’s all we can ask for.
Beyond Weird
Author:- Philip Ball
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Wavefunction collapse is anything other than random. If you could really see what was going on, you would see that nothing ever happens randomly, any more than a dice throw produces a genuinely randomly outcome (if you could see what was going on, all the forces in play, you would know exactly what the outcome would be). Sensory ignorance is not ontological uncertainty. Reality knows exactly what it is doing even if you don’t!
Universals Versus Particulars: The Ultimate Intellectual War
Author:- David Sinclair
Category:- science
Quote:- Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story? That I do not know. Hence I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for some one to wear them. Thus waiting, thus speculating, making this note and then an· other I do not cling to life. I shall be brushed like a bee from a sunflower. My philosophy, always accumulating, welling up moment by moment, runs like quicksilver a dozen ways at once.
The Waves
Author:- Virginia Woolf
Category:- philosophy