To divide one's life ordsprog
 Little was known about the age of tropical trees, because they do not have easily identified annual growth rings. No one had thought these tropical trees could be so old, or that they grow so slowly. |
| These tree farms in Brazil are growing eucalyptus to full height in 10 years. The fiber is very cheap and they just grow these trees in concentric rings around a huge pulp mill. |
| Unlike other proposals, Resources 2000 provides full, permanent funding for the fund, without the risk of encouraging offshore drilling and without placing arbitrary political restrictions on how funds may be spent. |
| If there are no miracles then we need to find another word for the existence of life – the existence of you and me – on earth. Call it a gift from spirit (God or god in whatever form works for you), serendipity, happenstance or plain good fortune. I invite you to look at your life as if it were a miracle. To treat your life in any other way seems to me to be a terrible waste of your unique presence on this planet. |
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| Being in resistance to 'what is'—fighting gravity all the way down—is what makes life brutally demanding. Life is naturally much easier than we make it. Trees grow, flowers bloom, birds fly, sloths don't seem to do a hell of a lot, and I assume that platypuses do platypussy things – all without resistance to “what is.” All species are designed to live that way: without resistance. Except humans. We complicate things and make life hard for ourselves by resisting life as it is. We try to change things over which we have no control. We want gravity to be different, for the immutable rules that govern our existence to somehow be suspended for us. |
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| The museum existed in some incarnation or another for many years. It moved around as different things, but five years ago we were able to make it to a permanent location. This year we decided to celebrate and host an annual event. |
| I see my life as a part of the earth, a patch of ground to be cultivated. This field I have chosen to call joy. What grows in the field will be some grasses called happiness, and some called anguish, sadness, and disappointment. They are not permanent. They grow, wither and die. But the field of my being remains joyful. |
| Say: Praise be to Allah and peace on His servants whom He has chosen: is Allah better, or what they associate (with Him)? / Nay, He Who created the heavens and the earth, and sent down for you water from the cloud; then We cause to grow thereby beautiful gardens; it is not possible for you that you should make the trees thereof to grow. Is there a god with Allah? Nay! they are people who deviate. |
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| In regular cells, like in bone and blood, the cells divide. But brain cells do not normally divide. The great majority will not divide. The neurons you're born with are pretty much what you have at end of life. |
| Big trees have more leaves to trap air pollution and transpire water into the air. They have more roots to hold the soil against wind and rain erosion, and their wealth of branches and twigs cradle nests and dens. And big trees can absorb more greenhouse gases. |
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Denna sidan visar ordspråk som liknar "To divide one's life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetables we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun. But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings.".
varav 775337 på nordiska
Ordsprog (1469560 st) Søg
Kategorier (2627 st) Søg
Kilder (167535 st) Søg
Billeder (4592 st)
Født (10495 st)
Døde (3318 st)
Datoer (9517 st)
Lande (5315 st)
Idiom (4439 st)
Lengde
Topplistor (6 st)
Ordspråksmusik (20 st)
Statistik
Denna sidan visar ordspråk som liknar "To divide one's life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetables we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun. But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings.".