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Quote:- What is God to you? A need? A spare? A luxury?
Author:- Yaw Frimpong Tenkorang
Category:- inspiration,motivational
Quote:- What is Gravity but Self not wanting to be by itself and what is the purpose of Self but Companionship otherwise known as Love.
Author:- Wald Wassermann
Category:- science
Quote:- What is gravity but self not wanting to be by itself and what is the purpose of self but love.
Author:- Wald Wassermann
Category:- science
Quote:- What is happening is both reality and reality in the making.
Author:- Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Category:- time
Quote:- What is humor?' one of their professors had posed, and he had answered, ''nondangerous, unexpectedly inappropriate juxtaposition. Four Spirits
Author:- Sena Jeter Naslund
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- What is in mind is a sort of Chautauqua...that's the only name I can think of for it...like the traveling tent-show Chautauquas that used to move across America, this America, the one that we are now in, an old-time series of popular talks intended to edify and entertain, improve the mind and bring culture and enlightenment to the ears and thoughts of the hearer. The Chautauquas were pushed aside by faster-paced radio, movies and TV, and it seems to me the change was not entirely an improvement. Perhaps because of these changes the stream of national consciousness moves faster now, and is broader, but it seems to run less deep. The old channels cannot contain it and in its search for new ones there seems to be growing havoc and destruction along its banks. In this Chautauqua I would like not to cut any new channels of consciousness but simply dig deeper into old ones that have become silted in with the debris of thoughts grown stale and platitudes too often repeated. "What's new?" is an interesting and broadening eternal question, but one which, if pursued exclusively, results only in an endless parade of trivia and fashion, the silt of tomorrow. I would like, instead, to be concerned with the question "What is best?," a question which cuts deeply rather than broadly, a question whose answers tend to move the silt downstream. There are eras of human history in which the channels of thought have been too deeply cut and no change was possible, and nothing new ever happened, and "best" was a matter of dogma, but that is not the situation now. Now the stream of our common consciousness seems to be obliterating its own banks, losing its central direction and purpose, flooding the lowlands, disconnecting and isolating the highlands and to no particular purpose other than the wasteful fulfillment of its own internal momentum. Some channel deepening seems called for. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values
Author:- Robert M. Pirsig
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- What is inner wealth? Inner wealth is the ability to richly inhabit daily moments of mundane nothingness, without the dread of stillness, without the fear of silence, without the shame of the ordinary. It's when a simple gaze or a small smile from across the room is sufficient. The soundless sunlight is sufficient. The quiet breeze easily fills up any holes in your soul. This is inner wealth. And what is love? Love is the sharing of that inner wealth with another person. Love is mutual flourishing.
Author:- C. JoyBell C.
Category:- Love
Quote:- What is internal is hidden from us." The future is hidden from us. But does the astronomer think like this when he calculates an eclipse of the sun?If I see someone writhing in pain with evident cause I do not think: all the same, his feelings are hidden from me. Philosophical Investigations
Author:- Ludwig Wittgenstein
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- What is it about love that makes us forget everything, and accept every flaw of our beloved? Pins & Needles: Part 1
Author:- ND Seno
Category:- Love
Quote:- What is it about men that make women so lonely?
Author:- Elliot Perlman
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- What is it about the fall that seems sentimental and romantic? There is something magical and mysterious about the way the leaves drop tothe ground and how they shimmer in red, gold, and brown, creating a blanket of memories. And as you watch the trees become bare, a sweet,nostalgic feeling exists inside of you as you stroll the sidewalks that glisten with traces of rain, sprinkled across each path like little jewels. Your heart beats in a different rhythm as your thoughts dwell and wander about. Youremember things that should be forgotten because they broke your heart once, and yet you allow them to linger for a while for the sake of reminiscing. You parade with the hopeless romantics and the brokenhearted downthe streets, alone, reliving moments that once were. You hold on to these memories until the last day of fall, hoping that by winter, you will forget them all. High
Author:- Corey M.P.
Category:- Love
Quote:- What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such a small measure of time contain such enormity? Every Day
Author:- David Levithan
Category:- time
Quote:- What is it with science these days? Everyone is so quick to believe in it, in all these new scientific discoveries, new pills for this, new pills for that. Get thinner, grow hair, yada, yada, yada, but when it requires a little faith in something you all go crazy.' He shook his head, 'If miracles had chemical equations then everyone would believe. The Gift
Author:- Cecelia Ahern
Category:- science
Quote:- What is it you do, then? I'll tell you: You leave out whatever doesn't suit you. As the author himself has done before you. Just as you leave things out of your dreams and fantasies. By leaving things out, we bring beauty and excitement into the world. We evidently handle our reality by effecting some sort of compromise with it, an in-between state where the emotions prevent each other from reaching their fullest intensity, graying the colors somewhat. Children who haven't yet reached that point of control are both happier and unhappier than adults who have. And yes, stupid people also leave things out, which is why ignorance is bliss. So I propose, to begin with, that we try to love each other as if we were characters in a novel who have met in the pages of a book. Let's in any case leave off all the fatty tissue that plumps up reality. The Man Without Qualities: Volume I
Author:- Robert Musil
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- What is it, she asks me, why do people cry? Why do we cry when we're happy and when we're sad or hurt? I tell her what I know or think I know: that the body does not distinguish between emotional and physical pain; the muscles around the lachrymal glands receive a message from the brain, then tighten and squeeze out tears. Tears contain high levels of the hormone ACTH and prolactin, endorphins (which we know are mood-altering and pain-killing), as well as thirty times more manganese than is found in blood, suggesting that human tears can concentrate and remove harmful substances from the body. Prolactin in humans controls fluid balance; by the age of eighteen women have 60 percent more prolactin than men, which may explain why women seem to cry more often. I tell her that sadness--like happiness--is an intense feeling of being alive, of having essence. I try to explain to her my own nonscientific theory: that crying is about weight or heft, that we cry when our bodies feel too light or too heavy to bear or hold on to language.
Author:- Liza Wieland
Category:- science
Quote:- What is killing most of the big artist, is that they turn you down, without hearing what you can do or hearing the song you want them on first.What is killing most big business , is that they turn you down, without hearing your offer or ideas.
Author:- De philosopher DJ Kyos
Category:- best
Quote:- What is left when honor is lost?
Author:- Publilius Syrus
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- What is Life? But a fleeting moment of a passing dream, a dream that flows too swiftly, nimble and calm, yet all but a moment's walk, a mad jest of a thousand voices finding a harmony in a conundrum of Time. Finding calm in chaos, for a mind that never rests. Smoky nights in the lull of rainy reflection.
Author:- Debatrayee Banerjee
Category:- Life
Quote:- what is love? what was love for me?it was when I believed I was the happiest person on earth if I had only him and nothing elseit was when I looked at him and felt a pain in my chest over how I would find anything more beautifulit was when I started writing cause what he made me feel was so intense it couldn't just remain in my thoughtsit was pain, a feeling that emptied out my chest and ate me alive knowing just because I love you, it didn't entitle me to have you.My love for you was like an ocean slowly drowning me and I was clinging to the last piece of driftwood that was my hope.
Author:- adya agni
Category:- Love