#ear

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#fear #litany-against-fear #motivational #scifi #death

The time will come when diligent research over periods will bring to light things which now lie hidden...Many discoveries are reserved for ages still to come, when memories of us will have been effaced. Our universe is a sorry little affair unless it has something for every age to investigate. nature does not reveal her mysteries once and for all. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#mystery #nature #reasearch #universe #age

Lesson learned: If a guy tells you you’re his second choice, don’t make him your first. ↗

— Kate Madison

#dating #lesson-learned #memoir #dating

At its most basic level semantic search applies meaning to the connections between the different data nodes of the Web in ways that allow a clearer understanding of them than we have ever had to date. ↗

— David Amerland

#google-semantic-search #semantic-search #semantic-web #dating

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

Desperation works in job search as well as it does in dating. ↗

— Darrell Gurney

#job-search #dating

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens. ↗

— Woody Allen

#fear #humor #life #death

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#heart #love #death

Clary felt suddenly annoyed. "When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?" "Exsanguinated," said Jace, impressed. "That's a big word." "And you're a big-" "Tsk tsk," he interupted. "No swearing in church. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#church #clary-fray #jace-wayland #swear #death