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“Protestantism has the method of Jesus with His secret too much left out of mind; Catholicism has His secret with His method too much left out of mind; neither has His unerring balance, His intuition, His sweet reasonableness. But both have hold of a great truth, and get from it a great power.”

“Protestantism's evolution away from hierarchy and authority has enormous consequences for America and the world. On the one hand, the democratization of religion runs parallel to political democratization. The king of England, questioning the pope, inspires English subjects to question the king and his Anglican bishops. Such dissent is backed up by a Bible full of handy Scripture arguing for arguing with one's kIng. This is the root of self-government in the English-speaking world. On the other hand, Protestantism's shedding away of authority, as evidenced by my [Pentecostal] mother's proclamation that I needn't go to church or listen to a preacher to achieve salvation, inspires self-reliance—along with a dangerous disregard for expertise. So the impulse that leads to democracy can also be the downside of democracy—namely, a suspicion of people who know what they are talking about. It's why in U.S. presidential elections the American people will elect a wisecracking good ol' boy who's fun in a malt shop instead of a serious thinker who actually knows some of the pompous, brainy stuff that might actually get fewer people laid off or killed.”

“Protestantism, of course, is much more explicitly divided into different traditions - the Pentecostals, the Anglicans. But there is the main tradition of Protestantism that comes out of the Reformation and that produced people like Kant and Hegel and so on, who are not normally thought of as being people writing in a theological tradition, although Hegel, of course, wrote theology his whole life.”

“Protestants are the more segmented group. Mainline churches - you have problems in the U.S., Europe, the Scottish Church, the Dutch Protestant Church, the state church in Norway. The evangelicals have been pro Israel, but a major effort is to bring them in on the Palestinian side. A huge problem and the problems are rising.”

“Protestants at one time were confident that their free form of confession was a vast improvement upon Catholic private confession to a priest because it is voluntary, demystified, and not routinized. But amid the acids of modernity it has volunteered itself right out of existence. Demystification has dwindled into desacralization. The escape from routinization has become a convenient cover for the demise of repentance. The postmodern pastor is trying to learn anew to listen to the deeper range of feelings of others, without forgetfulness of the Word of God.”

“Protesters who hold out longer have perhaps understood that success is not the proper goal. If protest depended on success, there would be little protest of any durability or significance. History simply affords too little evidence that anyone’s individual protest is of any use. Protest that endures, I think, is moved by a hope far more modest than that of public success: namely, the hope of preserving qualities in one’s own heart and spirit that would be destroyed by acquiescence.”

“Protesting problems doesn’t really bring solutions. It just brings more problems. We reap what we sow. If we want to reap happiness, we must sow happiness. And that happiness inspires, strengthens others and builds bridges. If we want solutions, we have to think about solutions and be detached from the problem. Otherwise, [if we focus on the problem] we take the problem with us, [keep it active,] and poison the future. If we want to reap love, we must love. With no ifs and buts. And, we need to do it OURSELVES instead of asking others to do it. This is freedom. This is empowerment. This is our own solution from the problem, from our sorrow, frrom our pain. And the more people detach themselves from the unwanted, and walk the path of love, and [focus on] the joy of the wanted, the more solutions we achieve for the world.”

“Protokol Keberadaan // (Dekonstruksi: Sartre · Camus · Derrida) Di ruang tanpa tripod penyangga— aku berdiri sendirian, kata-kata bergetar. Kebebasan? kata itu berdaki pada bibirku seperti tinta lama yang telah mengering. Kudeklarasikan: aku memilih— lalu sistem membaca ulang pilihanku, menemukan trace yang tak pernah kuketik: jejak-jejak luka, différance yang tersisa. Camus menaruh batu di pangkuanku; aku menolak mengangkatnya. Ia bilang: lakukan pemberontakan, hidup menuntut upaya menanggung absurditas. Aku bertanya: siapa yang menulis perintah itu dalam log jam; apakah log memberi status: sah atau hanya pesan error yang terulang? Sartre berbisik: kau adalah keputusan; kau bukan takdir. Tapi siapa yang menyetujui keputusan itu ketika kata 'aku' sendiri adalah naskah yang dapat dipanggil ulang, dikopi, di-paste ke tubuh lain? Kebebasan itu jadi modul: terinstal, terhapus, di-restore oleh cinta dan kerinduan. Derrida tersenyum dalam bayangannya—bukan menghina, melainkan menyodorkan sebilah pisau: “Bongkar premisnya. Baca ulang tanda-tanda. Perhatikan sisipan yang kau anggap pasti.” Sekali kuteruskan kata “hak”, ia menjadi pantulan: hak untuk memilih 》 hak yang dimaknai 》 hak yang dibaca ulang. Selalu ada kemungkinan lain di balik tiap premis—sebuah residu yang tak bisa dimusnahkan. Jadi aku menulis dengan alfabet yang tak terikat: kata seperti partikel, seperti byte; mereka bergerak, meninggalkan jejak, membentuk makna bukan sebagai titik, tapi sebagai radiasi—gelombang yang menunda kehadiran. Aku menunggu diferensiasi itu: makna yang datang telat, menunda, menggoda, melepaskan diri. Ketika aku menolak keabadian—aku merdeka; ketika aku menuntut makna—aku terjerat. Absurd bukanlah lubang kecil; ia adalah kondisi komputasi yang terus-menerus crash. Kita reboot, kita mencari error log, kita menambal dengan mitos, doa, slogan, retorika— lalu satu baris kode lagi menghapus semuanya, meninggalkan prompt: > Siapa kamu? Maka puisi bukanlah jawaban—ia adalah protokol: baca—hapus—tunda—ulang. Dalam ritme itu aku menemukan sebuah rahmat sirkuler: kebebasan yang diakui sebagai kebebasan untuk tetap ragu atau selamanya ambigu. Aku menapaki ruang antara kata dan bisikan. Di sana, warna hitam bukan nihil; ia adalah pagar yang memaksa pandang. Di sana, doa bukanlah mukjizat; ia menjadi setitik delay yang menyelamatkan kita dari aksi. Di sana, aku mengakui: aku mungkin hanya efek samping dari keputusan yang belum kumengerti. Tapi ada pula sesuatu yang tak bisa di-deconstruct: getar tak terbaca di dada, ketika aku memilih untuk menanggung, bukan hanya berargumen tentang siapa yang harus menanggung. Ada keberanian yang tidak perlu diideologikan—hanya dipraktikkan: memilih lagi, meski tahu teks bisa berubah rupa di saat kita membacanya. Di ujungnya, kita tidak akan menemukan definisi yang bertahan seutuhnya; kita menemukan sebuah kebiasaan: berani membuka kata, menunggu trace, mendengar gema. Itu bukan absurd semata; itu adalah ritual perulangan yang membawa kita pada perjumpaan— bukan dengan kebenaran yang tunggal, melainkan dengan kebenaran yang berkorelasi: kebenaran yang bersedia menjadi ruang tunggu tempat bertemu, bukan batu yang membebani. Jadi datanglah, pilih: tetap berpegang pada batu yang membuatmu runtuh, atau berdiri di ambang uraian, tempat kata-kata menjadi medan peperangan, dan kebebasan adalah aktivitas terus-menerus— sebuah kerja pikiran, bukan klaim monumental. Di sana, antara deklarasi dan keraguan, kita mendirikan puisi ini: sebuah protokol kecil untuk hidup yang tidak puas dengan kepastian, sebuah doa yang bisa di-debug, namun tak pernah sepenuhnya dapat dimusnahkan. November 2025”

“Protons, electrons and photons were scattered equally throughout, so that the emission and absorption of energy balanced each other in perfect equilibrium: a state of affairs known as 'black-body radiation'. At something over 379,000 years after the big bang, the universe had cooled down sufficiently to form neutrally charged atoms, which could not absorb all the thermal energy as perfectly as before. Instead, high-energy photons began to travel on their own through space, rendering the universe transparent instead of opaque. As the universe expanded over the subsequent 15 billion years these photons lost energy and red-shifted.”

“Prototype Human (Sonnet 2249) The pen is my paradise, the pen is my grave. Everybody has all the answers, I seem to have only questions. Good thing, I don't know how to write, methods are obstacle to my madness. I'm vast enough to contain the world, asylum pills don't work on pilgrim brains. My pen never runs out of ink, because the pen is an extension of my anatomy. Madness is the first sign of sanity, oneness is the seed of infinity. Stereotypes are sanity of the jungle, prejudice is sacred in the animal kingdom. Flags are the poison, cosmos is (my) kin - I am no stereotype, I am the Prototype Human.”

“Prototypes of inventions that use novel combinations of resonance, magnetism, states of matter, certain geometries or inward swirling motion to unlock the secrets of universal energy have already been built. They provide proof of new or rediscovered principles. In many variations of these inventions, a small input triggers a disproportionately large output of useable power." "These energy converters don't violate any laws of physics if they simply tap into a previously unrecognized source of power - background space. A flow of energy from that source can continue day and night, whether or not the sun shines or the wind blows.”