#nth

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings. ↗

— Aberjhani

#love #lovers #moonbeams #moonlight #national-poetry-month

An individual ant, even though it has a brain about a millionth of a size of a human being's, can learn a maze; the kind we use is a simple rat maze in a laboratory. They can learn it about one-half as fast as a rat. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#ant #being #brain #even #fast

Don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now, work gone wrong, your plans all proving deceptive — don’t mourn them uselessly. As one long prepared, and graced with courage, say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving. Above all, don’t fool yourself, don’t say it was a dream, your ears deceived you: don’t degrade yourself with empty hopes like these. ↗

— C.P. Cavafy

#the-god-abandons-anthony #courage

I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#sympathy #synthetic #dreams

When a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge made applicable to the present, and where visions shape the present into extraordinary possibilities for the future. ↗

— Aberjhani

#dreams #famous-authors #famous-poets #literacy #national-poetry-month

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays. ↗

— Steven Herrick

#month-of-sundays #dreams

You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you. ↗

— Dale Carnegie

#friends #get #interested #make #months

They (teenage boys)don’t really listen to speeches or talks. They absorb incrementally, through hours and hours of observation. ↗

— Rob Lowe

#mentoring #parenthood #training #education

I remember the very day, sometime during the first two weeks of my five-year amorous sojourn in Brutland, when I was made privy to one of the most arcane of their utterings. The time was ripe for that major epiphany, my initiation into the sacred knowledge—or should I say gnosis?—of that all-important, quintessentially Brutish slang term, the word that endless hours of scholastic education by renowned mentors, plus years of scrupulous scrutiny into scrofulous texts, had disappointingly failed to impart to me, leaving me with that deep sense of emptiness begotten by hemimathy; the time was finally ripe for me to be transported by the velvety feel of the unvoiced palato-alveolar fricative, the élan of the unpronounceable and masochistically hedonistic front open-rounded vowel, and, last but not least, the (admittedly short) ejaculatory quality of the voiced velar stop: all three of them combined together to form that miraculous lexical item, the word shag. ↗

— Spiros Doikas

#britain #british #english #humor #sex

... but the truth is that I dislike most men as much as I dislike women. If anything, I am an equal opportunity misanthropist. ↗

— Andrew Davidson

#equality