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“Never stop smiling not even when you're sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.”
― Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“There is no story that is not true.”
― Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart

“Desire is when you do what you want, will is when you can do what you do not want.”
― P.D. Ouspensky, The Fourth Way: An Arrangement by Subject of Verbatim Extracts from the Records of Ouspensky's Meetings in London and New York, 1921-46

“When you wander in the dark too long, you start to see things that aren’t really there.”
― Keigo Higashino, Journey Under the Midnight Sun

“Filosofi meluaskan pandangan serta mempertajam pikiran.”
― Mohammad Hatta, Alam Pikiran Yunani

“Siapa yang hidup dalam dunia pikiran, dapat melepaskan dirinya daripada gangguan hidup sehari-hari”
― Mohammad Hatta, Alam Pikiran Yunani

“Promise is more worthy than Time and Money.”
― Vijay Dhameliya

“Every month that begins on a Sunday has a Friday as the 13th.”
― Oscar Auliq-Ice

“The world hates the truth and all that share it, and so if you share truth eventually you will be hated by the world if you are not ready.”
― Oscar Auliq-Ice

“Говорят, есть цветы, которые распускаются только раз в сто лет. Отчего же не быть и таким, какие цветут раз в тысячу �� в десять тысяч лет. Может быть, об этом до сих пор мы не знали только потому, что именно сегодня пришло это раз-в-тысячу-лет.”
― Евгений Замятин, We

“If we train our conscience, it will kiss us at the very moment it bites us”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Başka bir açıdan da, bir kez daha sadece babamım ve adeta onun çok erken bir ölümden sonra yaşamaya devam edişiyim. Hiçbir zaman kendime denk olanlar arasında yaşamamış ve "misilleme" kavramına da "eşit haklar" kavramı kadar uzak olan herkes gibi, bana karşı küçük ya da çok büyük bir budalalığın yapıldığı durumlarda, her türlü karşı önlemi, her türlü koruma önlemini yasaklıyorum kendime - haklı olarak her türlü savunmayı, her türlü "haklı çıkarmayı" da. Benim misilleme tarzım, aptallığın ardından olabildiğince hızla bir akıllılık göndermektir: belki böyle yetişilir ona.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo

“Життя - це плутанина лабіринтів?”
― Деніел Кіз, Flowers for Algernon

“A realidade, inclusive nós, é apenas um ténue e frágil véu, além do qual... não há nada.”
― Carlo Rovelli, Buracos Brancos: Dentro do Horizonte

“Pain releases the dopamine.”
― Dr. Poison king

“არ მომწონ��, როცა ცდილობენ, სიტყვები�� ან აზრები�� მოიპოვონ სხვები�� ნდობ��. თუ კაცი პატიოსნა�� იქცევა, ნდობის წინასწარ მოპოვება არ სჭირდება, მისი საქციელი�� რაციონალურ�� ანალიზიც საკმარისია. ვინც ცდილობ��, სხვა ადამიანი�� ნდობ�� დაიმსახურო��, მა�� უპატიოსნ�� ზრახვები აქვს, თუნდაც ამაშ�� საკუთა�� თავსაც არ უტყდებოდეს.”
― Ayn Rand, ATLAS SHRUGGED

“The empty dishes on the kitchen table. A glass over the corner of a napkin. The liquid at its bottom, vibrating at the rhythm of my drumming.
There it was, in all its splendour: Reality. All the mysteries and any possible revelation were in that domestic glass, sleeping under a veil. Every possible adventure, already taking place at the point where a gaze encounters an object, or a mind a thought.
I looked at the shadow-lines that the table lamp cast on the napkin and followed their trajectory beyond their mark. I looked at the reflections on the glass and slid the back of my hand against its cold body. I wondered if it might feel me, the same as I felt it. If it was staring at me and receiving as silent an answer as the one I got from it.
Maybe I was doing it wrong. I should have proceeded with order: cataloguing what I could see and all its qualities, while looking for a gap where my reason could break in. Or maybe I should have done the opposite: becoming pure awareness, staring at my surroundings devoid of any intentions, with the clear eye of a hanging mirror.
The cigarette embers licked my fingers and I put it out in the ashtray. I had done that countless times already: looking and looking and finding nothing else than what I knew. I was surrounded by a library, encased within each speck of space and time, and yet I was blind to its words. I felt tired. The glass was still there. I closed my eyes to look for the image of it that I had impressed in my memory. I found it. I lost it. I found it again, and soon it faded. I stretched my legs under the table and I rested my head on the palm of my hands. The glass was still there in my memory. I found it. I lost it. I looked again.”
― Federico Campagna, Prophetic Culture: Recreation for Adolescents

“I must confess that often, when I have tried to read the most popularly effective of German philosophical writers, Nietzsche, I have felt like throwing the book across the room. He is a boiling pot of enthusiasms and animosities, which he pours out volubly, skilfully, and eloquently. If he were content to label these outpourings " Prejudices," as Mr. Mencken so truly and candidly labels his own, one could accept them in the spirit in which they were offered ; there is no more interesting reading than the aired prejudices of a brilliant writer. But he obviously takes them for something more and something better ; he gakes them as philosophy instead of what they largely are, pseudo-Isaian prophesying, incoherent and unreasoned Sibylline oracles.”
― Brand Blanshard, On Philosophical Style

“Ve a decirle a los espartanos,
extranjero que pasas por aquí,
que, obedientes a sus leyes,
aquí yacemos.”
― Steven Pressfield (Author)

“Ve a decirle a los espartanos,
extranjero que pasas por aquí,
que, obedientes a sus leyes,
aquí yacemos.”
― Steven Pressfield, Gates of Fire

“Em geral, quanto maior a compreensão, maior a ilusão: quanto mais inteligente, menos lúcido”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Quem mente para si mesmo e dá ouvido à sua própria mentira chega a tal extremo que não consegue ver nenhuma verdade em si ou naqueles que o rodeiam e, por conseguinte, perde completamente o respeito por si e pelos outros.”
― Fiodor Dostoiévski, Crime e Castigo

“Love is the only true energy that exists, the rest is just a reflection of the pain we feel when cutting it off from expression.”
― Adora Aiza

“Decís vosotros que los tiempos son malos, sed vosotros mejores y los tiempos serán mejores: vosotros sois el tiempo.”
― San Agustín de Hipona

“What is better �� To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?”
― Paarthurnax, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

“Estoy seguro de que piensas que ojalá lo hubieras hecho. Pero el día de ayer se ha ido río abajo y no puedes recuperarlo.”
― Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove

“وقتی بدانید که مشکل موردنظر تنها دامن گیر شما نیست و دیگران هم با آن روبه رو هستند، رو به رو شدن با آن ساده تر است. مجبور نیستید آن را مسئله ای شخصی تلقی کنید آن را مسئله ای می بینید که دیگران هم دارند و منحصر به شما و همسرتان نمی شود، با دانستن این مطلب احتمالا با آرامش بیشتری با آن برخورد می کنید.”
― Daniel B. Wile, After the Honeymoon: How Conflict Can Improve Your Relationship

“((طلاق)) یک اتفاق سخت و ناراحت کننده است. اگر سعی کنید آن را طوری جلوه دهید که گویی مشکل کوچکی است یا تاثیر عاطفی چندانی ندارد، در واقع ارزش زندگی خانوادگی خود را که تا آن روز با هم داشته اید زیر سوال می برید. همچنین این کار توهینی است به توانایی و شهامت کودک تان در ((درک)) اهمیت این اتفاق.”
― Meg F. Schneider, Difficult Questions Kids Ask and Are Afraid to Ask About Divorce

“Never blame the parable for your lack of knowledge, ever seek the truth to gain your own understanding; of the word.”
― Hugh Mahn

“You are clever man, friend John; you reason well, and your wit is bold; but you are too prejudiced. You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear, and that which is outside your daily life is not of account to you. Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are: that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men's eyes, because they know-or think they know-some things which other men have told them. Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain. But yet we see around us every day the growth of new beliefs, which think themselves new, and which are yet but the old, which pretend to be young-like the fine ladies at the opera. I sup-pose now you do not believe in corporeal transference. No? Nor in materialization. No? Nor in astral bodies. No? Nor in the reading of thought. No? Nor in hypnotism-'

'Yes,' I said. 'Charcot has proved that pretty well.' He smiled as he went on:

'Then you are satisfied as to it. Yes? And of course then you understand how it act, and can follow the mind of the great Charcot-alas that he is no more!-into the very soul of the patient that he influence. No? Then, friend John, am I to take it that you simply accept fact, and are satisfied to let from premise to conclusion be a blank? No? Then tell me for I am stu-dent of the brain-how you accept the hypnotism and reject the thought-reading. Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done to-day in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very men who discovered electricity-who would themselves not so long before have been burned as wizards. There are always mysteries in life. Why was it that Methuselah lived nine hundred years, and "Old Parr" one hundred and sixty-nine, and yet that poor Lucy, with four men's blood in her poor veins, could not live even one day! For, had she lived one more day, we could have save her. Do you know all the mystery of life and death? Do you know the altogether of comparative anatomy, and can say wherefore the qualities of brutes are in some men, and not in others? Can you tell me why, when other spiders die small and soon, that one great spider lived for centuries in the tower of the old Spanish church and grew and grew, till, on descending, he could drink the oil of all the church lamps? Can you tell me why in the Pampas, ay and elsewhere, there are bats that come at night and open the veins of cattle and horses and suck dry their veins; how in some islands of the Western seas there are bats which hang on the trees all day, that those who have seen describe as like giant nuts or pods, and that when the sailors sleep on the deck, because that it is hot, flit down on them, and then and then in the morning are found dead men, white as even Miss Lucy was?”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula