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“Colours are nature gone wild.”

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“La pensée ne doit jamais se soumettre, ni à un dogme, ni à un parti, ni à une passion, ni à un intérêt, ni à une idée préconçue, ni à quoi que ce soit, si ce n'est aux faits eux-mêmes, parce que, pour elle, se soumettre, ce serait cesser d'être.”

Science Religion Skepticism

Author:Jules Henri Poincaré

“You must tell me about it when you do,' she said. 'When you make love for the first time, I mean. I want to know what you think.' He glanced away from her, out of the window. An ice-cream parlour, a man with a dog, a tree. How was he going to get out of shopping next week? 'It's so wonderful, it's like,' and she left her mouth open while she thought, and then it came to her, and she smiled, 'it's like colours everywhere.”

Colours Make Love Colours Everywhere

Book:The Five Gates of Hell

Source: The Five Gates of Hell

“Is there any sight more exquisite than a field of canary yellow rapeseed on a day of blinding sunlight? The colour appears to transcend structure and live and dance and breathe. Nature reveals its primordial palette and invites insects to pollinate and Man to dare to dream of creating something so vibrant, shockingly intense and timeless. It is the golden ignition of the divine spark of creativity writ large.”

Nature Creativity Fields Yellow Palette Nature S Beauty Field Creative Spark Colours Everywhere Divine Spark

Author:Stewart Stafford

“Back inside, I’m shown an antique cabinet in which members of the community, famous for their homegrown produce, dried herbs. The Oneida Community was an upstate tourist attraction right from the start, second, Valesky says, to Niagara Falls. I’m taking the same guided tour offered a hundred and fifty years ago to prim rubbernecks who came here to peep at sex fiends. I wonder how many of my vacationing forebears went home disappointed? They thought they were taking the train to Gomorrah but instead they got to watch herbs dry. Valesky opens a drawer in the herb cabinet so I can get a whiff. He mentions that back in the day, when one tourist was shown the cabinet she rudely asked her community-member guide, “What’s that odor?” To which the guide replied, “Perhaps it’s the odor of crushed selfishness.” Valesky grins. “How about that for a utopian answer?” To my not particularly utopian nose, crushed selfishness smells a lot like cilantro.”

Selfishness Herbs Odor Smells Cilantro Oneida

Book:Assassination Vacation

Source: Assassination Vacation

“The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want him for long He maketh me to lie down in green pastures and there are no green pastures He leadeth me beside still waters and still waters run deep”

Prayer The Lord Is My Shepherd The Lord S Prayer Neothomist Poem The Lords Prayer

Book:88 Poems

Source: 88 Poems

“When Jesus blesses what we have given him, earth's limitations are replaced by heaven's possibilities.”

Hearing God S Voice The Lord S Prayer Book Of Prayer

Book:7 ROOMS OF THE Lord's Prayer

Source: 7 ROOMS OF THE Lord's Prayer

“They loved each other greatly. Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it. To them - and this made them unusual - the moments when passion visited their doomed human existence like a breath of timelessness were moments of revelation, of even greater understanding of life and of themselves.”

Love Doctor Zhivago Pasternak

Book:Doctor Zhivago

Source: Doctor Zhivago

“They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees, and the clouds, and the sky over their heads, and the earth under their feet. Perhaps their surrounding world, the strangers they met in the street, the landscapes drawn up for them to see on their walks, the rooms in which they lived and loved, were even more pleased with their love than they were themselves.”

Author:Boris Pasternak

“Всичко наоколо туптеше, набъбваше и растеше от вълшебните дрожди на съществоването. Възхищението от живота се носеше като тих полъх, като широка вълна без посока, по земята и през града, през стените и оградите, през дървесината и плътта, и изпълваше с трепет всичко по пътя си...”

Author:Boris Pasternak

“In a single wave of meaning the triumphant purity of being.”

Poetry Meaning Existentialism Being Aesthetics Singularity Doctor Zhivago Boris Pasternak

Book:Doctor Zhivago

Source: Doctor Zhivago