#it

Enlightenment is: absolute cooperation with the inevitable. ↗

— Anthony de Mello

#inspirational #spirituality #inspirational

So never lose an opportunity of urging a practical beginning, however small, for it is wonderful how often in such matters the mustard-seed germinates and roots itself. ↗

— Florence Nightingale

#how #however #itself #lose #matters

The very first requirement in a hospital is that it should do the sick no harm. ↗

— Florence Nightingale

#harm #hospital #requirement #should #sick

I have lived and slept in the same bed with English countesses and Prussian farm women... no woman has excited passions among women more than I have. ↗

— Florence Nightingale

#bed #english #excited #farm #i

I was on acid and I looked at the trees and I realized that they all came to points, and the little branches came to points, and the houses came to point. I thought, 'Oh! Everything has a point, and if it doesn't, then there's a point to it.' ↗

— Harry Nilsson

#branches #came #everything #houses #i

And I remember that the editors wanted to have a witness to say that this was really the case, because it was a very sharp picture of the just the face, the head of the fetus inside the womb. ↗

— Lennart Nilsson

#case #editors #face #fetus #head

Of course, today at the Karolinska Institute, I am working with some top experts - even some Nobel prize winners. They have the latest news and I have the technique. ↗

— Lennart Nilsson

#course #even #experts #i #i am

That is not to say that we can relax our readiness to defend ourselves. Our armament must be adequate to the needs, but our faith is not primarily in these machines of defense but in ourselves. ↗

— Chester W. Nimitz

#armament #defend #defense #faith #machines

What I'm exploring right now is the subject of my own mortality. It's an area that I'm curious about, and I'm researching it to see if there's a photographic essay in it for me. If images don't start to come, I'll go to something else. ↗

— Leonard Nimoy

#area #come #curious #else #essay

Here in Manto's own words that he wanted to mark his grave with: "In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful Here lies Saadat Hasan Manto and with him lie buried all the secrets and mysteries of the art of short-story writing.... Under tons of earth he lies, still wondering who among the two is greater short-story writer: God or He. ↗

— Saadat Hasan Manto

#art