"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today."
"It's going to be alright sir," Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore's silence than he had been by his weakened voice. "We're nearly there ... I can Apparate us both back ... don't worry ..." "I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley...He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!"
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosppher's Stone
"Science knows it doesn't know everything. Otherwise it'd stop. But just because science doesn't know everything doesn't mean you can fill in the gaps with whatever fairy tale most appeals to you!"
"As if one believed anything by instinct! One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them. Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasons - that's philosophy. People believe in God because they're conditioned to believe in God."
"One brings sorrow, Two bring joy, Three a girl, And four a boy, Five bring want, Six bring gold, Seven bring secrets never told, Eight bring wishing, Nine bring kissing, Ten, the love my own heart's missing."
"I proclaim that I believe in nothing and that everything is absurd, but I cannot doubt the validity of my own proclamation and I am compelled to believe, at least, in my own protest. The first and only datum...within absurdist experience, is rebellion."
"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way
than this; where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
"Man finds nothing so intolerable as to be in a state of complete rest, without passions, without occupation, without diversion, without effort. Then he feels his nullity, loneliness, inadequacy, dependence, helplessness, emptiness"
"All your life you are told the things you cannot do. All your life they will say you're not good enough or strong enough or talented enough; they will say you're the wrong height or the wrong weight or the wrong type to play this or be this or achieve this. THEY WILL TELL YOU NO, a thousand times no, until all the no's become meaningless. All your life they will tell you no, quite firmly and very quickly. AND YOU WILL TELL THEM YES."
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August 15 2010, 18:42:03 UTC 1 year ago
Choose again, and change."
August 15 2010, 18:42:51 UTC 1 year ago
Henry David Thoreau
August 20 2010, 23:36:12 UTC 1 year ago
Julius & Augustus Hare
August 25 2010, 11:37:13 UTC 1 year ago
Lawrence Krauss
August 25 2010, 11:39:45 UTC 1 year ago
"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
October 12 2010, 15:55:30 UTC 1 year ago
1 year ago
August 25 2010, 11:41:17 UTC 1 year ago
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosppher's Stone
August 25 2010, 11:42:17 UTC 1 year ago
Stephen Fry
August 25 2010, 11:43:01 UTC 1 year ago
Alan Davies: I haven’t read it!
Stephen Fry: You should—it’s hilarious.
August 25 2010, 11:44:19 UTC 1 year ago
Dara Ó Briain
August 25 2010, 11:44:48 UTC 1 year ago
Aldous Huxley
August 25 2010, 11:46:57 UTC 1 year ago
Robert Bolton
August 25 2010, 11:47:09 UTC 1 year ago
Oscar Wilde
August 25 2010, 11:47:23 UTC 1 year ago
Kurt Vonnegut
August 25 2010, 11:47:36 UTC 1 year ago
Dorothy Parker
August 25 2010, 11:47:56 UTC 1 year ago
Oscar Wilde
August 25 2010, 11:48:23 UTC 1 year ago
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."
William Shakespeare (A Midsummer Night's Dream)
August 25 2010, 11:48:36 UTC 1 year ago
Heraclitus
August 25 2010, 11:49:13 UTC 1 year ago
Two bring joy,
Three a girl,
And four a boy,
Five bring want,
Six bring gold,
Seven bring secrets never told,
Eight bring wishing,
Nine bring kissing,
Ten, the love my own heart's missing."
The Magpie Rhyme, Warwickshire variant
August 25 2010, 11:49:34 UTC 1 year ago
Brian to Justin (Queer as Folk)
August 25 2010, 11:49:45 UTC 1 year ago
Albert Camus
August 25 2010, 11:50:16 UTC 1 year ago
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this; where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
August 25 2010, 11:50:30 UTC 1 year ago
William H. Mauldin
August 25 2010, 11:50:50 UTC 1 year ago
without passions, without occupation,
without diversion, without effort.
Then he feels his nullity, loneliness, inadequacy,
dependence, helplessness, emptiness"
Blaise Pascal (Pensées)
August 25 2010, 11:51:09 UTC 1 year ago
AND YOU WILL TELL THEM YES."
Anonymous
August 25 2010, 11:51:23 UTC 1 year ago
Mark Twain
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