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Знаеш вече как да се смееш на смъртта, Арута - каза Амос. - Никога повече няма да си същият. ↗

— Raymond E. Feist

#aruta #bulgaria #bulgarian #death #feist

A city sparkles in the night How can it glow so bright? The neighborhoods surround the soft florescent light Designer skyline in my head Abstract and still well-read You went from numbered lines to buildings overhead ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #design

In designing tasks, the instructor should take care to ensure that the task design requires active student participation and promotes the acquisition of the task's pedagogical goals. ↗

— Abdi Kazeroni

#pedagogy #student #tasks #teaching #design

He could be a butterfly dreaming he's a man." "Well, he's not. He's a big fat man dreaming he's a big fat butterfly. What the hell am I supposed to do?" There was another hesitation. "I'm not sure. You don't happen to have a large net handy, do you?" "I want to hit him. I want to hit YOU, but I also want to hit him. ↗

— Derek Landy

#skulduggery-pleasant #valkyrie-cain #dreams

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#dreamer #fyodor-dostoyevsky #memories #white-nights #dreams

Was not Hypatia the greatest philosopher of Alexandria, and a true martyr to the old values of learning? She was torn to pieces by a mob of incensed Christians not because she was a woman, but because her learning was so profound, her skills at dialectic so extensive that she reduced all who queried her to embarrassed silence. They could not argue with her, so they murdered her. ↗

— Iain Pears

#dialectics #education #greatness #hypatia-of-alexandria #knowledge

With their backs to the sunrise they worship the night. ↗

— Robert G. Ingersoll

#skepticism #superstition #religion

Do either of you even play baseball? ↗

— Jeff Davis

#stiles #teen #werewolf #wolf #baseball

As Harry and Ron rounded the clump of trees behind which Harry had first heard the dragons roar, a witch leapt out from behind them. It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them. "Congratulations, Harry!' she said beaming at him. "I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?" "Yeah, you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Goodbye! ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#harry-potter #rita-skeeter #ron-weasley #today

Well, yelling real loud, that's an important skill to have, too. You never know when you might walk right in front of a train and her yelling's all that stands between you and eternity. But for that yell, you'd be flat, and there's nothing worse than a flat boy, just kind of ruins the day for everyone. ↗

— Diane Hammond

#skills #yelling #dreams