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"I shall laissez passer through this globe but once. Any good therefore that I tin practise or any kindness that I tin can prove to any human being, let me practise it at present. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again."
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"It's taboo to acknowledge that you're lonely. Y'all can brand jokes well-nigh it, of course. You tin can tell people that y'all spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and yous might not even get outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely practice you e'er tell people nigh the true depths of your loneliness, about how yous feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing mean solar day and you're not sure how to fix it. Information technology seems like everyone is just better at living than y'all are.
A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you only had this feeling that y'all wouldn't transition well to adult life, that y'all'd fall correct through the cracks. And look at y'all now. La di da, it'south happening.
Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all expect at you like you're some prized jewel and they tell y'all over and over again only how lucky you are to be immature and have your whole life ahead of you. "Getting old ain't for sissies," your begetter tells you wearily.
You wish they'd stop saying these things to you lot because all it does is fill yous with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you're not taking reward of your youth.
Y'all want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger's bed maybe once or twice merely to run across if it feels good to feel nothing, you lot desire to take a group of friends that feels similar a tribe, a bonafide family unit. Y'all want to go from i place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel similar one long ballsy day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and accept a nice job that doesn't go far the way of living your life too much. Yous want to exist less scared, less broken-hearted, and more willing. Considering if you lot're closed off now, you tin just imagine what you'll be like later.
Every day you lot vow to alter some aspect of your life and every 24-hour interval you fail. At this point, you're starting to question your own power as a human being. Equally of correct now, your fears have you beat. They're the ones that are holding your twenties earnest.
Stop thinking that everyone is having more than sex than you, that anybody has more than friends than y'all, that anybody out is having more fun than you lot. Not because information technology's non truthful (it might be!) only because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. Y'all've already spent enough time feeling like you're stuck, like you're watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you're unable to hold on to anything.
I don't know if y'all ever get amend. I don't know if a person can just wake up 1 solar day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I'd like to think and then. I'd similar to retrieve that people get ameliorate each and every day but that's not really true. People get worse and it's their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can't stand up an unhappy ending. The ill have to get meliorate. Our normalcy depends upon information technology.
You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn't happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.
Do you lot want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fearfulness of living today?
We shall encounter."
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"I expect to laissez passer through life but one time. If therefore, there be any kindness I tin show, or any good matter I can do to whatsoever fellow being, let me practise information technology at present, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall non pass this mode again."
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"To His Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no offense.
We would sit down down, and recollect which way
To walk, and pass our long love'south day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies detect; I past the tide
Of Humber would mutter. I would
Love you lot 10 years before the flood,
And yous should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more wearisome;
An hundred years should become to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Ii hundred to admire each breast,
Merely thirty thousand to the rest;
An historic period at to the lowest degree to every part,
And the last age should bear witness your heart.
For, lady, you lot deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower charge per unit.
Simply at my back I e'er hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying most;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall effort
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint award plow to dust,
And into ashes all my animalism;
The grave'southward a fine and individual place,
But none, I retrieve, do there encompass.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin similar morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now permit u.s.a. sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at one time our fourth dimension devour
Than languish in his wearisome-chapped power.
Let us roll all our forcefulness and all
Our sweetness upwards into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with crude strife
Thorough the fe gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run."
― The Complete Poems
"I shall pass this way but once; whatsoever expert that I can do or any kindness I tin show to any man being; permit me practice information technology now. Allow me non defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way over again."
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"- The Azan story -
The 5 daily ritual prayers were regularly performed in congregation, and when the time for each prayer came the people would assemble at the site where the Mosque was being built. Anybody judged of the time by the position of the sun in the sky, or by the start signs of its light on the eastern horizon or past the dimming of its glow in the west subsequently sunset; but opinions could differ, and the Prophet felt the need for a means of summoning the people to prayer when the right time had come. At first he idea of appointing a man to blow a horn like that of the Jews, but subsequently he decided on a wooden clapper, ndqiis, such as the Oriental Christians used at that fourth dimension, and two pieces of wood were fashioned together for that purpose. But they were never destined to be used; for one nighttime a man of Khazraj, 'Abd Allah ibn Zayd, who had been at the 2nd 'Aqabah, had a dream whieh the next day he recounted to the Prophet: "At that place passed by me a homo wearing two green garments and he carried in his hand a ndqiis, so I said unto him: "0 slave of God, wilt thousand sell me that naqusi" "What wilt one thousand do with it?" he said. "We will summon the people to prayer with it," I answered. "Shall I not show thee a better manner?" he said. "What fashion is that?" I asked, and he answered: "That thou shouldst say: God is most Great, Alldhu Akbar." The man in green repeated this magnification four times, and then each of the post-obit twice: I testify that there is no god but God; I evidence that Muhammad is the messenger of God; come unto the prayer; come unto conservancy; God is about Bully; and then in one case again there is no god but God.
The Prophet said that this was a true vision, and he told him to go to Bilal, who had an splendid voice, and teach him the words exactly every bit he had heard them in his sleep. The highest house in the neighbourhood of the Mosque belonged to a adult female of the association of Najjar, and Bilal would come there earlier every dawn and would sit on the roof waiting for the daybreak. When he saw the first faint light in the east he would stretch out his arms and say in supplication: "0 God I praise Thee, and I ask Thy Assistance for Quraysh, that they may accept Thy faith." Then he would stand and utter the telephone call to prayer."
― Muhammad: His Life Based on the Earliest Sources
"I shall pass this way just one time; any proficient, therefore, that I can practice or any kindness that I can testify to whatsoever human beingness, let me do it now. Allow me not defer nor neglect information technology, for I shall non pass this way over again."
― How to Win Friends & Influence People
"They said of him, about the city that dark, that it was the peacefullest homo's face up always beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic.
I of the well-nigh remarkable sufferers by the aforementioned axe---a woman---had asked at the foot of the same scaffold, not long earlier, to be allowed to write down the thoughts that were inspiring her. If he had given an utterance to his, and they were prophetic, they would accept been these:
"I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Juryman, the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the destruction of the old, perishing by this retributive instrument, earlier it shall terminate out of its present employ. I run into a cute urban center and a vivid people rise from this abyss, and, in their struggles to exist truly gratuitous, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come up, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out.
"I see the lives for which I lay downward my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy, in that England which I shall meet no more than. I see Her with a kid upon her bosom, who bears my name. I come across her begetter, aged and bent, merely otherwise restored, and faithful to all men in his healing function, and at peace. I meet the good quondam man, and then long their friend, in ten years' time enriching them with all he has, and passing tranquilly to his reward.
"I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I run into her, an old adult female weeping for me on the anniversary of this mean solar day. I meet her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in their terminal earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other's soul, than I was in the souls of both.
"I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I come across him winning it so well, that my name is made illustrious in that location by the light of his. I encounter the blots I threw upon it, faded abroad. I run into him, foremost of just judges and honoured men, brining a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place---then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this day's disfigurement---and I hear him tell the kid my story, with a tender and faltering vocalism.
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better balance that I go to than I have e'er known."
― A Tale of 2 Cities
"Yes, yes, information technology ended in my corrupting them all! How it could
come to pass I do not know, but I think it clearly. The
dream embraced thousands of years and left in me only a
sense of the whole. I but know that I was the cause of their
sin and downfall. Like a vile trichina, similar a germ of the
plague infecting whole kingdoms, so I contaminated all this
world, then happy and sinless before my coming. They learnt
to lie, grew fond of lying, and discovered the charm of
falsehood. Oh, at first perhaps information technology began innocently, with a
jest, coquetry, with dotty play, perhaps indeed with a
germ, merely that germ of falsity fabricated its way into their hearts
and pleased them. Then sensuality was presently begotten,
sensuality begot jealousy, jealousy - cruelty . . . Oh, I don't
know, I don't remember; but soon, very before long the first blood
was shed. They marvelled and were horrified, and began to
be carve up and divided. They formed into unions, merely information technology was
against i some other. Reproaches, upbraidings followed.
They came to know shame, and shame brought them to
virtue. The conception of accolade sprang upwardly, and every union
began waving its flags. They began torturing animals, and
the animals withdrew from them into the forests and became
hostile to them. They began to struggle for separation, for
isolation, for individuality, for mine and thine. They began
to talk in different languages. They became acquainted with
sorrow and loved sorrow; they thirsted for suffering, and said
that truth could merely be attained through suffering. And so
science appeared. As they became wicked they began talking
of brotherhood and humanitarianism, and understood those
ideas. As they became criminal, they invented justice and
drew up whole legal codes in order to observe it, and to
ensure their being kept, gear up a guillotine. They inappreciably
remembered what they had lost, in fact refused to believe that
they had ever been happy and innocent. They fifty-fifty laughed
at the possibility o this happiness in the past, and called it a
dream. They could non even imagine it in definite form and
shape, merely, strange and wonderful to chronicle, though they lost
all faith in their by happiness and called it a legend, they then
longed to exist happy and innocent again that they
succumbed to this desire like children, fabricated an idol of information technology, set
upwards temples and worshipped their own idea, their own desire;
though at the same fourth dimension they fully believed that it was
unattainable and could not be realised, still they bowed down
to it and adored information technology with tears! Nonetheless, if it could have
happened that they had returned to the innocent and happy
condition which they had lost, and if someone had shown information technology
to them again and had asked them whether they wanted to go
back to it, they would certainly accept refused. They answered
me:
"We may exist deceitful, wicked and unjust, nosotros know it and
cry over information technology, nosotros grieve over it; nosotros torment and punish
ourselves more perhaps than that merciful Gauge Who volition
judge us and whose Name we know not. Only nosotros have
scientific discipline, and past the means of it we shall find the truth and we
shall arrive at it consciously. Cognition is higher than
feeling, the consciousness of life is higher than life. Science
will give the states wisdom, wisdom will reveal the laws, and the
knowledge of the laws of happiness is higher than
happiness."
― The Dream of a Ridiculous Human, and the Little Orphan
"I shall pass through this world but once, any skillful therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to whatsoever human being being, allow me exercise it now, let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this manner over again"
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"I expect to pass through this world but once. Whatever skilful affair, therefore, that I tin do or any kindness I can evidence to whatsoever fauna, permit me do it at present. Let me not defer or fail it, for I shall non pass this fashion again."
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"The question is, shall it or shall it not be linear history. I've e'er thought a kaleidoscopic view might be an interesting heresey. Shake the tube and see what comes out. Chronology irritates me. There is no chronology inside my head. I am composed of myriad Claudias who spin and mix and office like sparks of sunlight on water. The pack of cards I bear around is forever shuffled and re-shuffled; at that place is no sequence, everything happens at once. The machines of the new engineering science, I understand, perform in much the same way: all knowledge is stored, to be summoned up at the flick of a key. They sound, in theory, more efficient. Some of my keys don't work; others demand pass-words, codes, random unlocking sequences. The collective past, curiously, provides these. Information technology is public belongings, but it is also securely individual. We all look differently at it. My Victorians are not your Victorians. My seventeenth century is not yours. The voice of John Aubrey, of Darwin, of whoever you like, speaks in ane tone to me, in another to you."
― Moon Tiger
"Many things in this catamenia have been difficult to bear, or hard to have seriously. My own profession went into a protracted swoon during the Reagan-Bush-Thatcher decade, and shows scant sign of recovering a disquisitional faculty—or indeed any faculty whatsoever, unless information technology is one of induced enthusiasm for a plausible consensus President. (We shall meet whether it counts as progress for the same parrots to learn a new give-and-take.) And my own cohort, the left, shared in the general dispiriting movement towards apolitical, atonal postmodernism. Regarding something magnificent, like the long-overdue and yet endangered South African revolution (a jagged fit in the supposedly shine blueprint of axiomatic progress), one could see that Ariadne'southward thread had a robust reddish tinge, and that potential citizens had non all deconstructed themselves into Xhosa, Zulu, Cape Coloured or 'Eurocentric'; had in other words resisted the sectarian lesson that the masters of apartheid tried to teach them. Elsewhere, though, it seemed all at once every bit if competitive solipsism was the signifier of the 'radical'; a stress on the salience not even of the private, but of the trait, and from that atomization into the lump of the category. Surely one thing to exist learned from the lapsed totalitarian system was the unwholesome relationship between the cult of the masses and the admiration of the supreme personality. Yet introspective voyaging seemed to coexist with tedious grouping-remember wherever i peered well-nigh amidst the formerly 'committed'.
Traditionally and so, or tediously every bit some will think, I saw no reason to discard the Orwellian standard in considering mod literature. While a sort of etiolation, tricked out as playfulness, had its way amidst the non-judgemental, much good piece of work was still done by those who weighed words every bit if they meant what they said. Some authors, indeed, stood by their works as if they had composed them in solitude and out of conviction. Of these, an encouraging number spoke for the ironic against the literal mind; for the generously interpreted interest of all confronting the renewal of what Orwell termed the 'smelly trivial orthodoxies'—tribe and Religion, monotheist and polytheist, existence almost conspicuous amidst these new/old disfigurements. In the form of making a motion-picture show nearly the decaffeinated hedonism of mod Los Angeles, I visited the firm where Thomas Mann, in another time of torment, wrote Dr Faustus. My German friends were filling the streets of Munich and Berlin to combat the recrudescence of the same former shit as I read:
This onetime, folkish layer survives in us all, and to speak as I actually retrieve, I do. not consider faith the most acceptable ways of keeping it nether lock and key. For that, literature solitary avails, humanistic scientific discipline, the ideal of the gratis and beautiful human beingness. [italics mine]
The path to this concept of enlightenment is not to be establish in the pursuit of cocky-pity, or of self-love. Of course to be but a political brute is to miss Isle of mann's point; while, equally ever, to be an apolitical beast is to get out fellow-citizens at the mercy of Ideolo'. For the sake of argument, so, one must never let a euphemism or a false consolation laissez passer uncontested. The truth seldom lies, but when it does lie information technology lies somewhere in between."
― For the Sake of Argument: Essays and Minority Reports
"I shall pass through this world just one time. Any expert therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human existence, permit me do it now. Let me not defer or fail it, for I shall not laissez passer this way once more."
― The Supreme Gift
"I look to pass through life merely once. If, therefore, there tin exist any kindness I tin can testify, or any good matter that I can do to any fellow-beingness, let me do information technology now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall non pass this way again."
― The 5 AM Order: Own Your Morning. Drag Your Life
"I meet Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Juryman, the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the destruction of the old, perishing past this retributive instrument, before it shall cease out of its present use. I see a cute urban center and a brilliant people rising from this completeness, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evils of this fourth dimension and of the previous time of which this is the natural nascence, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy, in that England which I shall encounter no more than. I see Her with a child upon her bust, who bears my name. I meet her father, aged and bent, but otherwise restored, and true-blue to all men in his healing part, and at peace. I see the good sometime man, so long their friend, in ten years' time enriching them with all he has, and passing tranquilly to his advantage. I see that I hold sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I come across her, an one-time woman, weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. I see her and her married man, their course done, lying adjacent in their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other's soul, than I was in the souls of both. I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my proper name, a man winning his mode up in that path of life which once was mine. I come across him winning information technology so well, that my proper noun is made illustrious there by low-cal of his. I see the blots I threw upon it, faded abroad. I see him, foremost of just judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a brow that I know and golden hair, to this place – so fair to await upon, with non a trace of this day'southward disfigurement – and I hear him tell the child my story, with a tender and unpleasing voice. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I accept ever washed; it is a far, far amend rest that I go to than I have e'er known."
― A Tale of Two Cities
"I shall laissez passer through this earth but once.
If therefore, there be any kindness I can show,
or any good thing I can practise, let me exercise it at present:
let me not defer or neglect information technology, for I shall not laissez passer this way again."
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"Let me laissez passer this way but once and practice what practiced I can, I shall not laissez passer this way once again."
― My Identify
"I wait to pass through this world but once. Any good things, therefore, that I can do, whatever good kindness that I tin can show a fellow existence, permit me practice it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this mode again"
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"I shall pass through this life but once. Whatever practiced therefore that I can do, let me practise information technology now for I shall never pass this fashion again."
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