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Quote by Neil deGrasse Tyson

“WhenIWasYourAge: We had to open all doors by ourselves. None of them knew we were coming.”

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Neil deGrasse Tyson is an American astrophysicist, science communicator, and television personality. Born on October 5, 1958, he is renowned for his deep understanding of the cosmos and his ability to popularize scientific knowledge. Tyson grew up in New York City and earned a Ph.D. in astronomy from Columbia University. He served as the director of the Hayden Planetarium at the American Museum of Natural History and has been a member of various scientific committees. more

“Do you hear the snow against the windowpanes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about - whenever the wind blows.”

Source: Alice In Wonderland Collection: All Four Books: Alice in Wonderland, Alice Through the Looking Glass, Hunting of the Snark and Alice Underground

“It is difficult to remember all, and ungracious to omit any.”

Remember Difficult

Author:Marcus Tullius Cicero

“It is not easy to walk alone in the country without musing upon something.”

Country Easy Nature Walks Walking Musings

Book:LITTLE DORRIT

Source: LITTLE DORRIT

“The meagre lighthouse all in white, haunting the seaboard, as if it were the ghost of an edifice that had once had colour and rotundity, dripped melancholy tears after its late buffeting by the waves.”

Ifs White Tears Late Wave Ghost Colour Melancholy Haunting Edifice Lighthouse

Book:LITTLE DORRIT

Source: LITTLE DORRIT

“Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by the snow, haunted the scene of their distress. Icicle-hung caves and cellars built for refuges from sudden storms, were like so many whispers of the perils of the place; never-resting wreaths and mazes of mist wandered about, hunted by a moaning wind; and snow, the besetting danger of the mountain, against which all its defences were taken, drifted sharply down.”