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Life’s a game of inches
Life’s a game of inches, and so’s football. In either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small: I mean, a half a step too late, or too early, and you don’t quite make… Read more
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A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that’s beautiful and rare
A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there,A fleeting vision, the quintessenceOf all that’s beautiful and rareI pray to mute despair and anguish,To vain pursuits the world esteems,Long did I… Read more
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It is the only time when we have any power
Remember then: there is only one time that is important– Now! It is the most important time because it is the only time when we have any power. Leo Tolstoy, What men live by and… Read more
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Not the darkness of the tomb. The darkness of the womb.
In 1918, British landscape artist Paul Nash painted “We Are Making a New World”, a work that is housed at the Imperial War Museum in London. It was based on an ink drawing, “Sunrise, Inverness… Read more
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دلم افسرده در این تنگ غروب
شاخه ها پژمرده است سنگ ها افسرده است رود می نالد جغد می خواند غم بیاویخته با رنگ غروب می تراود ز لبم قصه سرد: دلم افسرده در این تنگ غروب. سهراب سپهری Branches, wilted.… Read more
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Those who would give up essential liberty…
Those who would give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety. Benjamin Franklin Read more
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The most important decision you make is to be in a good mood
The most important decision you make is to be in a good mood. Voltaire Read more
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Progress is impossible without change
Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything. George Bernard Shaw Read more
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This awful catastrophe is not the end but the beginning
This awful catastrophe is not the end but the beginning. History does not end so. It is the way its chapters open. Saint Augustine Read more
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Unfortunately, the clock is ticking
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting. Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance Read more