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the ones with the most strongly contrasted colors |
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| Jonathan Edwards |
Sincere friendship towards God, in all who believe him to be properly an intelligent, willing being, does most apparently, directly, and strongly incline to prayer; and it no less disposes the heart strongly to desire to have our infinitely glorious. |
| Alex Ferguson |
I'm going to tell you the story about the geese which fly 5,000 miles from Canada to France. They fly in V-formation but the second ones don't fly. They're the subs for the first ones. And then the second ones take over - so it's teamwork. |
| Edward Everett Hale |
Never bear more than one kind of trouble at a time. Some people bear three kinds of trouble - the ones they've had, the ones they have, and the ones they expect to have. |
| Mitt Romney |
We are a nation of immigrants. We are the children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren of the ones who wanted a better life, the driven ones, the ones who woke up at night hearing that voice telling them that life in that place called America could be better. |
| Salvador Dali |
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant. |
| Rainer Maria Rilke |
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. |
| Angelina Jolie |
Life comes with many challenges. The ones that should not scare us are the ones we can take on and take control of. |
| Bobby Farrelly |
I feel reviewers are tougher on comedies in general. They don't take them seriously, and the ones that get great reviews are not necessarily the ones that I like. |
| Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
The novels I love, the ones I remember, the ones I re-read, have an empathetic human quality, or 'emotional truth'. This quality is difficult to fully define, but I always recognise it when I see it: it is different from honesty and more resilient than fact, something that exists not in the kind of fiction that explains but in the kind that shows. |
| Clifton Fadiman |
There are two kinds of writers; the great ones who can give you truths, and the lessor ones, who can only give you themselves. |
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"I've had to live my life pretending that I'm colorblind."
One day in middle school, we were doing something with colors, I cant remember what but it had to do with colors, so I turned to the girl next to me and said as a joke, "Which one of these is blue? I'm colorblind.", while holding up 3 markers that weren't even close to blue. But here's the catch, she actually thought that I was colorblind, so she points out what the blue one was and we go on with our day. Or so I thought. About a week later someone is talking about uno, and I remember this because this was one of the weirdest conversations I've had with someone. So were talking about uno, and the girl goes, "Cal, you must be a shitty uno player because you're colorblind.", so everyone starts asking about it and I have to come up ...
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Do we really need college? I don't think so. A kinda decentralized network of individual tutors + a culture that strongly promotes autodidacticism might be better.
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I can second this. Also combining similar colors multiplies your success rate.
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A 53-Year-Old Network Coloring Conjecture Is Disproved (quantamagazine.org)
In just three pages, a Russian mathematician has presented a better way to color certain types
A paper posted online last month has disproved a 53-year-old conjecture about the best way to assign colors to the nodes of a network. The paper shows, in a mere three pages, that there are better ways to color certain networks than many mathematicians had supposed possible. Network coloring problems, which were inspired by the question of how to color maps so that adjoining countries are different colors, have been a foc...
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I had a dream I had to pick a bunch of sequins off the floor. Most of them were purple, but there were other colors, too. It was for a guy in a very poor country. All these sequins were falling somewhere, but they were his money and I had to collect them for him. I couldn't do it fast enough and someone else was snatching up some of them and stealing them for himself.
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If a writer of prose knows enough of what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an ice-berg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A writer who omits things because he does not know them only makes hollow places in his writing.
—Ernest Hemingway in Death in the Afternoon
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I had a dream that this dragonfly was flying around my house. It was about the size of my hand and it looked like it was made of tiny little balloons of all different colors, but the main color was green. I picked it up and it wasn't moving very much and I realized that it had another mosquito-like fly attached to it that I think was killing it. I removed the mosquito and the dragonfly balloons inflated to about twice the size and it started flying around the room really fast.
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When I was in middle school I thought it was weird that people had favorite colors and lucky numbers so I decided that I'd have a lucky color and a favorite number. My favorite number was 17.5 and my lucky color was orange.
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I had some weird dreams last night. In one of them I was on a planet with people from earth and we were in a different part of the universe where you could see all sorts of other galaxies in the sky and there were two that were colliding and they lit up the whole sky with all sorts of yellow and purpley colors. There was this girl that was taking pictures and video of the whole thing trying to document it. She was walking through fields of tall grasses and these plains that were filled with very shallow water that had waves about twice as high as the depth of the water, but still shorter than the average person. The dream kept switching between this girl and a completely different place in time where these unrecognizable creatures were speaking in a language I didn't understand about the collision of the two galaxies. There were one or two other dreams I had in different REM cycles and I don't remember them at the moment.
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Well, it's really cool at first, and it's definitely a skill you can develop. You can get good at controlling your dreams, too (summoning new elements, or trying to render things differently (don't know how appropriate render is for word choice).
Exhibiting control is actually quite exhausting, ironically, and the in between stage (bad way to describe it) when you're on the verge of wakefulness and hanging on to a dream-state by a thread is quite an lonely, dark, barren, color-void space (not that there are very many colors in your dreams to begin with).
Personally, I feel it's much better...
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