What if I had to leave whenever I chose to stay?What if I had to close a curtain instead of clapping to another role you brilliantly played?What if I had to shout it all out when I preferred to bury it all inside ?What if I had to always put my self first each time for you I've naively swallowed my pride ?
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Quote:- What if I told you 10 years from now your life would be exactly the same?Doubt you'd be happy.So, why are you afraid of change?
Author:- Karen Salmansohn
Category:- motivational
Quote:- What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn't practical. Better by far to simply try and be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you.
One Day
Author:- David Nicholls
Category:- hope
Quote:- What if nobody showed up at Armageddon?
Author:- C R Strahan
Category:- philosophy,inspiration
Quote:- What if not just women, but both men and women, worked smart, more flexible schedules? What if the workplace itself was more fluid than the rigid and narrow ladder to success of the ideal worker? And what if both men and women became responsible for raising children and managing the home, sharing work, love, and play? Could everyone then live whole lives?
Overwhelmed: Work, Love, and Play When No One Has the Time
Author:- Brigid Schulte
Category:- motivational
Quote:- What if one were to want to hunt for these hidden presences? You can’t just rummage around like you’re at a yard sale. You have to listen. You have to pay attention. There are certain things you can’t look at directly. You need to trick them into revealing themselves. That’s what we’re doing with Walter, Jaz. We’re juxtaposing things, listening for echoes. It’s not some silly cybernetic dream of command and control, modeling the whole world so you can predict the outcome. It’s certainly not a theory of everything. I don’t have a theory of any kind. What I have is far more profound.’‘What’s that?’‘A sense of humor.’Jaz looked at him, trying to find a clue in his gaunt face, in the clear gray eyes watching him with such - what? Amusement? Condescension? There was something about the man which brought on a sort of hermeneutic despair. He was a forest of signs.‘We’re hunting for jokes.’ Bachman spoke slowly, as if to a child. ‘Parapraxes. Cosmic slips of the tongue. They’re the key to the locked door. They’ll help us discover it.’‘Discover what?’‘The face of God. What else would we be looking for?
Gods Without Men
Author:- Hari Kunzru
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.
Author:- Elizabeth Alexander
Category:- poetry
Quote:- What if the theory of everything is not elusive but all inclusive?
Author:- Wald Wassermann
Category:- science
Quote:- What if there was no tomorrowand everyone showed upanyway...
Author:- Nanette L. Avery
Category:- hope
Quote:- What if this so-called elusive theory of everything is none other than self celebrating itself as self differentiated for the purpose of companionship, friendship and love?
Author:- Wald Wassermann
Category:- science
Quote:- What if we are unborn stars waiting to light up the world for others.
Author:- Giovannie de Sadeleer
Category:- motivational
Quote:- What if we run into them? I ask. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and she gives me a small shrug. You know seeing you has to hurt them too. She sets the iron down and runs her fingers through my hair. Elle must be torn up about what she did. I open my mouth to argue, but Rosie shakes her head. She’s not a monster. She might be a terrible friend, but we both know somewhere in there she has a heart. With Rosie and me being so near in age, she was almost as close to Elle as I was. Elle had even encouraged Rosie to try out for the junior varsity cheer squad, and would help her with the routines—something that the previous varsity cheer captain wouldn’t have dreamed of doing.
Author:- Sarah White Our broken pieces
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- What if you lose your muse? Your mind will keep searching for an unknown palm, an empty core of clustered starry moisture, a broken harmony of a long lost song. Your heart will trample across moments, scattered here and there hoping to smile through a blank verse, an unmade sculpture, a void cosmos walking through a violet sky. And your soul? That, a sparkle of a crimson sun will dance along the glitter of a fragmentary dream, and in a love that clutches you in transience of an eternity, hold your breath in a paradise of a vibrant vision, and there you will find your muse again, once again. So what if you lose your muse?
Author:- Debatrayee Banerjee
Category:- Love
Quote:- What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in you hand Ah, what then?
The Complete Poems
Author:- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Category:- poetry
Quote:- What information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention, and a need to allocate that attention efficiently among the overabundance of information sources that might consume it.
Author:- Herbert Simon
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- What intrigued me more than anything else was finding out the way in which everything, all of creation - all of it! - was held together by invisible chemical bonds, and I found a strange, inexplicable comfort in knowing that somewhere, even though we couldn't see it in our own world, there was a real stability.
The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
Author:- Alan Bradley
Category:- science
Quote:- What is a game?' Marx said. 'It is tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It's the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Author:- Gabrielle Zevin
Category:- hope