What, in case they plot a graph? Resistance is Futile
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Quote:- What, more realistically, is this mutation, the new man? He is the rootless man, discontinuous with a past that Nihilism has destroyed, the raw material of every demagogue’s dream; the free-thinker and skeptic, closed only to the truth but open to each new intellectual fashion because he himself has no intellectual foundation; the seeker after some new revelation, ready to believe anything new because true faith has been annihilated in him; the planner and experimenter, worshipping fact because he has abandoned truth, seeing the world as a vast laboratory in which he is free to determine what is possible; the autonomous man, pretending to the humility of only asking his rights, yet full of the pride that expects everything to be given him in a world where nothing is authoritatively forbidden; the man of the moment, without conscience or values and thus at the mercy of the strongest stimulus; the rebel, hating all restraint and authority because he himself is his own and only god; the mass man, this new barbarian, thoroughly reduced and simplified and capable of only the most elementary ideas, yet scornful of anyone who presumes to point out the higher things or the real complexity of life.
Nihilism: The Root of the Revolution of the Modern Age
Author:- Seraphim Rose
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- What? Did we end up hating each other? Did we end up the way we thought we always knew would? Did I end up wearing khakis because of that fucking ad?
Glamorama
Author:- Bret Easton Ellis
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- What's a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?
Turquoise Silence
Author:- Sanober Khan
Category:- poetry
Quote:- What's agitating about solitude is the inner voice telling you that you should be mated to somebody, that solitude is a mistake. The inner voice doesn't care about who you find. It just keeps pestering you, tormenting you--if you happen to be me--with homecoming queens first, then girls next door, and finally anybody who might be pleased to see you now and then at the dinner table and in bed on occasion. You look up from reading the newspaper and realize that no one loves you, and no one burns for you.
El festín del amor
Author:- Charles Baxter
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- What's done is done. What's gone is gone. One of life's lessons is always moving on. It’s okay to look back to see how far you’ve come but keep moving forward.
The Light in the Heart
Author:- Roy T. Bennett
Category:- motivational,Life,inspiration,motivational
Quote:- What's done is done. What's gone is gone. One of life's lessons is always moving on. It’s okay to look back to see how far you’ve come but keep moving forward.
Author:- Roy Bennett
Category:- inspiration,Life
Quote:- What's fame, after all? It can be what someone writes on your tombstone.
Author:- Peter Duncan
Category:- time
Quote:- What's in the body, even an animal can love a body, it takes a human to love the person!
Girl Over God: The Novel
Author:- Abhijit Naskar
Category:- Love
Quote:- What's it like to fall in love, Tessie?" I asked.She gazed into the darkness for a long moment, then her smile widened. "Well, when you see that certain man you heart flies like paper on the wind--don't matter if you just see him one minute ago or one year ago. When you with him, ain't nothing or nobody else in the whole world but him. You might be walking down the same old street you walk on every day, but if you with him, your feet don't hardly touch the ground anymore, like you just floating on a little cloud. And, honey, you want his arms to be around you more than you want air to breathe.
Author:- Lynn Austin Candle in the Darkness
Category:- best
Quote:- What's left unsaid may mean more than what's said.
Author:- Garima Soni - words world
Category:- Life
Quote:- What's madness but nobility of soulAt odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!I know the purity of pure despair,My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,That place among the rocks--is it a cave,Or winding path? The edge is what I have............... Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,Keeps buzzing at the sill.~From "The Waking" by
Author:- Theodore Roethke
Category:- poetry
Quote:- What's so good about giving up? Is it better to escape from reality, to the point where you're throwing away your hope?
Attack on Titan #1
Author:- Hajime Isayama
Category:- hope
Quote:- What's the difference?" You ask meThe difference is, a smile touches my lipsWhen I remember both the memory of you entering my lifeAnd the memory of you leaving my life
My Intimate Poetry
Author:- Tammy-Louise Wilkins
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- What's the survival value of obsessing on a sunset?
Blindsight
Author:- Peter Watts
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- What's the use of complaining about something you have no intentions of changing it?
Author:- Mario L Castellanos
Category:- Relationships,philosophy
Quote:- What's the use of crying, and retching, and belching, all day long, like your lady downstairs? Life has its sad side, and we must take the rough with the smooth. Why, maids have died on their marriage eve, or, what's worse, bringing their first baby into the world, and the world's wagged on all the same. Life's sad enough, in all conscience, but there's nothing to be frightened about in it or to turn one's stomach. I was country-bred, and as my old granny used to say, "There's no clock like the sun and no calendar like the stars." And why? Because it gets one used to the look of Time. There's no bogey from over the hills that scares one like Time. But when one's been used all one's life to seeing him naked, as it were, instead of shut up in a clock, like he is in Lud, one learns that he is as quiet and peaceful as an old ox dragging the plough. And to watch Time teaches one to sing. They say the fruit from over the hills makes one sing. I've never tasted so much as a sherd of it, but for all that I can sing.
Lud-in-the-Mist
Author:- Hope Mirrlees
Category:- time