#inspiration

Katrai dienai ir uzliesmojums. Ja tu visu dienu esi gājis un neesi to redzējis, tad gaidi. Nemirkšķini acis. Varbūt tas notiek tai brīdī, kad tavas acis aizmirkšķinās. ↗

— Imants Ziedonis

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Se eu não for a minha própria epopeia, terei vivido em vão. (...) Se em todos os meus versos não houver timbres da eternidade, terei desperdiçado o tempo dos Deuses em mim. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

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Ne postoje granice onoga što čovjek može naučiti, samo granice koje sami povučemo u svojim glavama. [Kraljevstvo na kraju puta] ↗

— Jan Guillou

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There is a camaraderie that grows up among those who work with old books and old papers, largely, I suspect, because we understand that we are at odds with the rest of the world: we are travelling backwards, while all those around us are still moving forward. ↗

— Peter Ackroyd

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aku harus memelihra harapan-harapanku,barangkali akan tiba waktunya ketika aku akan mampu mewujudkannya... ↗

— nurul arofah

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learning eachother by do it together... growing together by understanding eachother... ↗

— Toge Aprilianto

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find out yourself on purpose... or you will get nothing at last. ↗

— Toge Aprilianto

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Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create! ↗

— John Godfrey Saxe

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Be true to yourself and to the culture you were born into. Tell your story as only you can. ↗

— William Knowlton Zinsser

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I am a bomb but I mean you no harm. That I still am here to tell this, is a miracle: I was deployed on May 15, 1957, but I didn’t go off because a British nuclear engineer, a young father, developed qualms after seeing pictures of native children marveling at the mushrooms in the sky, and sabotaged me. I could see why during that short drop before I hit the atoll: the island looks like god’s knuckles in a bathtub, the ocean is beautifully translucent, corals glow underwater, a dead city of bones, allowing a glimpse into a white netherworld. I met the water and fell a few feet into a chromatic cemetery. The longer I lie here, listening to my still functioning electronic innards, the more afraid I grow of detonating after all this time. I don’t share your gods, but I pray I shall die a silent death. ↗

— Marcus Speh

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