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“Dysfunctions can occur in each of the self-regulatory subfunctions-in how personal experiences are self-monitored and cognitively processed, in the evaluative self-standards that are adopted, and in the evaluative self-reactions to one's own behavior.. Problems at any one of these points can create self-dissatisfactions and dejection. dysfunctions in all aspects of the self system are most apt to produce the most chronic self-disparagement and despondency”

“Dyslexia in Children: Causes and Symptoms Each child learns and develops at his own pace and reading is no different from any other skill. According to Dr Monika Chhajed, MBBS, Fellowship Paediatric Neurology and Epilepsy, DCH, DNB, Consultant- Paediatric Neurologist, it is common for children to find reading challenging at some point or another. If, however, learning to read becomes a struggle, they may have a learning disorder or dyslexia. If you notice that your child is finding it difficult to read, consult the best paediatric neurologist in Chandigarh at the earliest. What is Dyslexia? Dyslexia is associated with trouble learning to read. It affects the child’s ability to recognize and manipulate the sounds in language. Dr Monika Chhajed tells us that children with dyslexia go through a difficult time decoding new works or even breaking them into chunks to sound out. This leads to difficulty with reading, writing, and spelling. A lot of people believe that dyslexia reflects a child’s intelligence. It is, however, not true. Dyslexia can be thought of as a gap between a student’s ability and achievement. Some children with dyslexia even cope with their peers. Their strength, however, begins to reduce after the third grade or so. What Causes Dyslexia? Dyslexia is caused by individual differences in the parts of the brain that enable reading. It often runs in families. Dyslexia is also linked to certain genes that affect how the brain processes reading and language. If you have a family history of dyslexia or learning disabilities, visit the best paediatric neurologist in Chandigarh for consultation.”

“Dysphoria is that bitch who visits the family and wreaks havoc. Sometimes she plucks away, needling and poking, whispering doubts and lies and pulling at the threads of resolve. Sometimes she is in full-on assault mode, attacking the very core of belief, ego and confidence. Sometimes she lingers. Sometimes she disappears as rapidly as she appears, but not before she has darkened things, unsettled all and left a tumultuous mess.”

“DYSTOPIA Dark, early streets and high walls of empty houses a lonesome bird singing a hollow duet with its own echo - autumn feels like spring once you have lost everything and stand with nothing to hold onto at winter's edge - walkways glooming in buzzing orange neon light imitating fallen leaves, making the city's concrete jungle a forest - soon November is here, crawling along the pavement and dulling the grey of the ruins they call buildings - sudden flickering accompanied by loud buzzing: the lights went out while winter's edge cuts violently through the streets & building cracks - the bird stopped singing.”

“Dystopolis by Stewart Stafford Phantasmagoria in the mirror, A bribed witness is my whore, Plastic surgery getting dearer, I must go work out my core. Swallowing carcinogen smog, Painful panting, freezing air, Neutered day of the old dog, On my hamster wheel there. Crawled down to the plague pits, Crab-like, they crept up on me, Sour milk séance of the obits, Drowning in a mausoleum sea. Mild convulsions on a night cold, Cram triage bodies in my bed, Fights reheated getting so old, Awake to find myself dead. © Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”

“Dzieje kultury wykazują, ze głupota jest siostrą bliźniaczą rozumu, ona rośnie najbujniej nie na glebie dziewiczej ignorancji , lecz na gruncie uprawnym siódmym potem doktorów i profesorów. Wielkie absurdy nie są wymyślane przez tych, których rozum krząta się wokół spraw codziennych. Nic dziwnego zatem, że właśnie najintensywniejsi myśliciele bywali producentami największego głupstwa. / The history of culture shows that foolishness is a twin sister of wisdom. It does not flourish on the fields of pure ignorance but on the fields tirelessly plowed by doctors and professors. Great absurdities do not flourish where one is busy with everyday life. No wonder that sometimes most vigorous thinkers come up with utmost stupidities. (Dziennik 1956, XIX, Thursday)”

“Dziesięć lat to dużo i zarazem nic, dużo w życiu jednostki i nic w kontekście znanych i nieznanych nam czasów. Nie jesteśmy jednak w stanie kierować się tymi drugimi, nie umiemy spojrzeć na siebie jak na drobną cząsteczkę wszystkiego, co mieści się w świecie; gdybyśmy to potrafili, nikt nigdy nie wstawałby z łóżka ani nie podejmował żadnej czynności, w takim kontekście wszystko staje się błahe, głupie i przelotne, a wszelkie starania jawią się jako próżne, nawet te, co z perspektywy naszej nieistotnej codzienności wydają się kluczowe: uratowanie czyjegoś życia, zapobieganie nieszczęściom, powstrzymanie rzezi, ostatecznie wszystko okazuje się nieważne w tym ciągłym marszu wszechświata, który miażdży, zgniata i wyrównuje wszystko.”

“Dziwny ten głos, jakby zza zasłony. Przebiegły i pełen wyzwań. To nie moja ekipa. To jest ewidentne że coś się tu dzieje. I z jakiegoś powodu wciągają w to mojego tatę. Już prawie straciłam cierpliwość. Zrobiłam kilka kroków, wpatrując się w błoto wokół mnie. Za dużo wody, wygląda jakby ktoś ją wylał w jednym miejscu. Po prostu wygląda na zrzut. Czyli jestem u siebie albo w Port Omna - innego wyjścia nie widzę. Nie widzę z tego żadnego wyjścia, tak już serio. I szczerze. - Wy, tam, gramy to grajcie. - Dobra. Uruchom statek. - Z przyjemnością. Tyle, że tutaj nie ma żadnego.”

“Dzogchen Ponlop Rinpoche has a remarkable ability to present the wisdom of the Buddha's teachings in a manner that is as fresh and accessible as it is profound. With Rebel Buddha, he goes straight to the core of the spiritual path, showing how the Buddha's liberating insights transcend race, religion, and culture. This book is sure to provoke, inspire, and move us one step closer to creating a thoroughly modern approach to spirituality.”

“Dá a surpresa de ser. É alta, de um louro escuro. Faz bem só pensar em ver Seu corpo meio maduro. Seus seios altos parecem (Se ela tivesse deitada) Dois montinhos que amanhecem Sem ter que haver madrugada. E a mão do seu braço branco Assenta em palmo espalhado Sobre a saliência do flanco Do seu relevo tapado. Apetece como um barco. Tem qualquer coisa de gomo. Meu Deus, quando é que eu embarco? Ó fome, quando é que eu como ?”

“Dâna, charity. There is no higher virtue than charity. The lowest man is he whose hand draws in, in receiving; and he is the highest man whose hand goes out in giving. The hand was made to give always. Give the last bit of bread you have even if you are starving. You will be free in a moment if you starve yourself to death by giving to another. Immediately you will be perfect, you will become God.”

“Dès l’instant où la porte s’ouvrit, je me tendis. J’eus l’étrange sensation que l’air se modifiait et le silence éloquent de mon visiteur me fit hausser les sourcils. Allons bon, il me faisait la gueule ? — Si tu ne voulais pas me parler en venant ici, va jouer au muet ailleurs. Le ricanement grave qui emplit l’espace me fit sursauter. Je savais à présent que ce n’était pas Rafayel, mais un homme à qui je n’aurais jamais pensé adresser la parole, qui se tenait à quelques pas de moi. — Yphaëlle, tu es toujours aussi aimable quand tu t’adresses à une personne pour la première fois ? Je haussai les sourcils face à cette voix grave qui s’était enroulée autour de mon prénom. — Toujours, répondis-je en me retournant vers lui. Et tu débarques toujours à moitié vêtu dans la chambre d’une inconnue ? Il me fit un sourire malicieux qui creusa des fossettes dont je ne soupçonnais pas l’existence. — Toujours. À la bonne heure, un comique. Je détaillai l’homme, bien plus grand et mieux bâti que Rafayel et dont la peau était légèrement basanée, qui me faisait face et je croisais les bras. Il ne portait que l’ample pantalon en tissu noir qui montrait son appartenance à ma caste, laissant ainsi son ventre plat et bien sculpté à qui voudrait regarder.”