مَحلُّكَ الجَوزاء بل أرفعُ
وصَدركَ الدَّهناءُ* بل أوسعُ
وقَلبُكَ الرّحبُ الذي لم يَزل
للجِد والهَزل بهِ مَوضِعُ
رفّه بقرع العُود سَمعاً، غداً
قرعُ العوالي* جُلَّ ما يسمعُ
*الدهناء: الصحراء
*العوالي: الرماح، لعلوها وإرتفاعها
وصَدركَ الدَّهناءُ* بل أوسعُ
وقَلبُكَ الرّحبُ الذي لم يَزل
للجِد والهَزل بهِ مَوضِعُ
رفّه بقرع العُود سَمعاً، غداً
قرعُ العوالي* جُلَّ ما يسمعُ
*الدهناء: الصحراء
*العوالي: الرماح، لعلوها وإرتفاعها
المرءُ رَهْنُ مَصائبٍ لا تَنقَضي
حتّى يُوارى جِسمه في رَمسِه
فمؤجَلٌ يَلقى الرّدى في أهلهِ
ومعجَّلٌ يَلقى الردى في نفسهِ
حتّى يُوارى جِسمه في رَمسِه
فمؤجَلٌ يَلقى الرّدى في أهلهِ
ومعجَّلٌ يَلقى الردى في نفسهِ
"Humans don't seek facts, otherwise they'd be looking at the phone book. We seek ecstatic facts"
- Jason Silva | shots of awe
- Jason Silva | shots of awe
The steroid hormone cortisol, the body’s main stress hormone, travels throughout the body to carry out parts of the stress response, including the mobilization of sugar, fat, and protein metabolism, and an inhibition of the immune system. Thus, under constant stress, the body is less able to fight disease. People who naturally have little stress, such as psychopaths, can avoid most diseases their whole lives because their immune system is always working at peak efficiency.
So, in theory, a psychopath could live a nice, healthy, long life of manipulating people to get what he wants without anyone cottoning on.
- The psychopath inside
So, in theory, a psychopath could live a nice, healthy, long life of manipulating people to get what he wants without anyone cottoning on.
- The psychopath inside
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LET THE HUNGER GAMES BEGIN... :")
قبل سنة بالضبط بدت امتحاناتنا :")
Forwarded from IQLINKS (ᎷᎧᏂᏗᎷᎷᏋᎴ)
مجموعة من المواقع التي تساعدك في كتابة البحوث والتقارير. (تم تعديل الروابط)
https://www.iq-links.cf/2020/06/blog-post_79.html?m=1
https://www.iq-links.cf/2020/06/blog-post_79.html?m=1
"الموت يقتل الحياة بالخوف حتى قبل أن يجيء. لو رُدّ إلى الحياة لصاحَ بكلِ رجلٍ .. لا تخف .. الخوف لا يمنع من الموت ولكنه يمنع من الحياة"
- أولاد حارتنا | نجيب محفوظ
- أولاد حارتنا | نجيب محفوظ
I was used to my mind being my best friend; of carrying on endless conversations within my head; of having a built-in source of laughter or analytic thought to rescue me from boring or painful surroundings. I counted upon my mind’s acuity, interest, and loyalty as a matter of course. Now, all of a sudden, my mind had turned on me: it mocked me for my vapid enthusiasms; it laughed at all of my foolish plans; it no longer found anything interesting or enjoyable or worthwhile. It was incapable of concentrated thought and turned time and again to the subject of death: I was going to die, what difference did anything make? Life’s run was only a short and meaningless one, why live? I was totally exhausted and could scarcely pull myself out of bed in the mornings.
- An Unquiet Mind
- An Unquiet Mind
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I was used to my mind being my best friend; of carrying on endless conversations within my head; of having a built-in source of laughter or analytic thought to rescue me from boring or painful surroundings. I counted upon my mind’s acuity, interest, and loyalty…
*المؤلفة تحجي عن معاناتها وية ال bipolar disorder*