Quote:- What is often requiredIs just a little courage To actually walk the road!Dead ends will always be there,But within you lights a lampWhich shall make you push and shoveAll the endings,Transforming them Into new beginnings!
the frozen evenings
Author:- Neelam Saxena Chandra
Category:- motivational,motivational
Quote:- What is pinpointed out of my mouth has no I but the eternal understanding of wisdom. It is just when the speaker is dead, and value is made out of the words instead of what was spoken.
Author:- Lenfantvivant
Category:- best
Quote:- What is seen or heard is a product of seeing or hearing.
Author:- Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Category:- science
Quote:- What is so often said about the solders of the 20th century is that they fought to make us free. Which is a wonderful sentiment and one witch should evoke tremendous gratitude if in fact there was a shred of truth in that statement but, it's not true. It's not even close to true in fact it's the opposite of truth. There's this myth around that people believe that the way to honor deaths of so many of millions of people; that the way to honor is to say that we achieved some tangible, positive, good, out of their death's. That's how we are supposed to honor their deaths. We can try and rescue some positive and forward momentum of human progress, of human virtue from these hundreds of millions of death's but we don't do it by pretending that they'd died to set us free because we are less free; far less free now then we were before these slaughters began. These people did not die to set us free. They did not die fighting any enemy other than the ones that the previous deaths created. The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their proper names. Solders are paid killers, and I say this with a great degree of sympathy to young men and women who are suckered into a life of evil through propaganda and the labeling of heroic to a man in costume who kills for money and the life of honor is accepting ordered killings for money, prestige, and pensions. We create the possibility of moral choice by communicating truth about ethics to people. That to me is where real heroism and real respect for the dead lies. Real respect for the dead lies in exhuming the corpses and hearing what they would say if they could speak out; and they would say: If any ask us why we died tell it's because our fathers lied, tell them it's because we were told that charging up a hill and slaughtering our fellow man was heroic, noble, and honorable. But these hundreds of millions of ghosts encircled the world in agony, remorse will not be released from our collective unconscious until we lay the truth of their murders on the table and look at the horror that is the lie; that murder for money can be moral, that murder for prestige can be moral. These poor young men and woman propagandized into an undead ethical status lied to about what is noble, virtuous, courageous, honorable, decent, and good to the point that they're rolling hand grenades into children's rooms and the illusion that, that is going to make the world a better place. We have to stare this in the face if we want to remember why these people died. They did not die to set us free. They did not die to make the world a better place. They died because we are ruled by sociopaths. The only thing that can create a better world is the truth is the virtue is the honor and courage of standing up to the genocidal lies of mankind and calling them lies and ultimate corruptions. The trauma and horrors of this century of staggering bloodshed of the brief respite of the 19th century. This addiction to blood and the idea that if we pour more bodies into the hole of the mass graves of the 20th century, if we pour more bodies and more blood we can build some sort of cathedral to a better place but it doesn't happen. We can throw as many young men and woman as we want into this pit of slaughter and it will never be full. It will never do anything other than sink and recede further into the depths of hell. We can’t build a better world on bodies. We can’t build peace on blood. If we don't look back and see the army of the dead of the 20th century calling out for us to see that they died to enslave us. That whenever there was a war the government grew and grew. We are so addicted to this lie. What we need to do is remember that these bodies bury us. This ocean of blood that we create through the fantasy that violence brings virtue. It drowns us, drowns our children, our future, and the world. When we pour these endless young bodies into this pit of death; we follow it.
Author:- Stefan Molyneux
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
Author:- Walt Whitman
Category:- poetry
Quote:- What is the act of love if not bold?As the world comes apart, nothing to lose-What is love if not a promise to go on?
I Will Die in a Foreign Land
Author:- Kalani Pickhart
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- What is the call of your soul? What does it want? Your soul wants to be happy. Knowingly or unknowingly that is what you are working for, to make your soul happy.
Author:- Garima Dixit
Category:- Life
Quote:- What is the difference between a cathedral and a physics lab? Are not they both saying: Hello? We spy on whales and on interstellar radio objects; we starve ourselves and pray till we're blue.
Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters
Author:- Annie Dillard
Category:- science
Quote:- What is the end of study? let me know.Why, that to know, which else we should not know.Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.Come on, then; I will swear to study so,To know the thing I am forbid to know:As thus,--to study where I well may dine,When I to feast expressly am forbid;Or study where to meet some mistress fine,When mistresses from common sense are hid;Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,Study to break it and not break my troth.If study's gain be thus and this be so,Study knows that which yet it doth not know:-- ACT I, SCENE 1, Loves Labour's Lost
Love's Labour's Lost
Author:- William Shakespeare
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- What is the hardest thing in the world? To think.
Author:- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Category:- Life
Quote:- What is the nature of work? If it doesn’t involve nature, it’s work, and if you labor around ducks, then it’s more like meditation time.
One Out of Ten Dentists Agree: This Book Helps Fight Gingivitis. Maybe Tomorrow I’ll Ask Nine More Dentists.: A BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm Production
Author:- Jarod Kintz
Category:- time
Quote:- What is the point of being on this Earth if you are going to be like everyone else?
Total Recall: My Unbelievably True Life Story
Author:- Arnold Schwarzenegger
Category:- motivational
Quote:- What is the proof that I know something? Most certainly not my saying I know it.
On Certainty
Author:- Ludwig Wittgenstein
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- What is the purpose of throwing aside and leaving behind all the corporeal things down on Earth if your only wish is to receive the same things in heaven?
Resistance To Intolerance
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Love
Quote:- What is the universe but a lot of wavesAnd a craving desire is a wave…
Scattered Poems
Author:- Jack Kerouac
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- what is the use of a book,' thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversations?
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
Author:- Lewis Carroll
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
Common Joys and Other Poems
Author:- W.H. Davies
Category:- time,poetry
Quote:- What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows.
Common Joys and Other Poems
Author:- W.H. Davies
Category:- poetry,time
Quote:- What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows.No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skies at night.No time to turn at Beauty's glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance.No time to wait till her mouth canEnrich that smile her eyes began.A poor life this if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.- Leisure
Common Joys and Other Poems
Author:- W.H. Davies
Category:- time