#din

Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real. If quantum mechanics hasn't profoundly shocked you, you haven't understood it yet. ↗

— Niels Bohr

#learning #niels #reality #science #understanding

I "love" reading. It makes me feel like I am swallowing up Christ, Homer, Confucius, Newton, Franklin, Socrates, Caesar, and the whole world into one gigantic invincible Sir Moffat. Mine is creative reading. I read building empires in mind. I pray I won't read and read and forget to marry. ↗

— Moffat Machingura

#caeser #christ #christianity #confucius #consume

The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Often, love is a tangled web of lies that only a broken heart would weave. Seldom is dishonesty the whole person, rather it's the pain. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#broken-hearts #dishonesty #growth #hearts #judgement

A wedding was a strange ceremony, she thought, with all those formal words, those solemn vows made by one to another; whereas the real question that should be put to the two people involved was a very simple one. Are you happy with each other? was the only question that should be asked; to which they both should reply, preferably in unison, Yes. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#wedding #love

When I save, I lay something aside for future need. If I sense God's leading, I will give it away to meet greater needs. When I hoard, I'm unwilling to part with what I've saved to meet others' needs, because my possible future needs outweigh their actual present needs. I fail to love my neighbor as myself. ↗

— Randy Alcorn

#compassion #future #hoarding #needs #present

I love fortune readings! because when I get in troubles, if the reading says that I am in a lucky day, I can think my troubles are just some kind of mistakes, and if the reading says that I am in the unlucky day, I can think that my troubles are just because of my bad luck. Either ways, I can know the reason of my troubles. ↗

— Hiroko Sakai

#fortune-telling #funny #horoscope #humorous #life

It is one of those stories that you just want to keep going and going - even after the last page has been reached. Kristie Leigh Maguire ↗

— Vicki M. Taylor

#romance #story #unending #love

Knowing me better than I think anyone should Except, perhaps No, probably No, definitely Definitely except you ↗

— Thalia Circe

#poetry #understanding #love

I kept reaching for my muses, my wandering muses, floating on clouds filled with their passions.” (Muses of Wandering Passions, p. 64) ↗

— Chimnese Davids

#life #love #muses #passion #understanding

This is what Laura loved about literature. You could see things in it that perhaps weren’t there, but might be. And even that didn’t matter if, in the end, readers needed something to be there. They could bring their somethings to a text, as co-creators, embedding a needed reality in the story that, if it was flexible enough, would allow new threads to take their place beside the author’s. ↗

— L.L. Barkat

#reading #writers #writing #love