Dice Inspirational Quotes

Time to toss the dice

Cuando crees que conoces todas las respuestas, llega el universo y te cambia todas las preguntas

He who is afraid to shake the dice will never throw a six

—¿Nunca has parado el mundo? —¿Qué es parar el mundo? —Parar el mundo es decidir conscientemente que vas a salir de él para mejorarte y mejorarlo. Para poder moverte y moverlo mejor. En ese tiempo debes intentar que nadie ni nada te cree problemas. Alimentarte de buena literatura, de buen cine y, sobre todo, de la conversación de una única persona que te inspire en este mundo. ¿Y sabes qué…? —¿Qué? —dije emocionado y fascinado. —Luego el mundo te premia. El universo conspira a favor de los que lo mueven. Y ésos son los que lo paran.

I tell my life’s story for that humble reason which has inspired every user of the form: to prove to the world I am a great man. I shall fail, of course, like the others.

Dua. I'm the master of my own fate - I'm the Captain of my soul. I shall never believe that God plays dice with the world.

I want you today, tomorrow, next week and for the rest of my life.

Dice un proverbio chino que el destino es como un temporal de vientos que, provenientes de todos los rincones, azotan nuestras vidas y nos empujan por las sendas del tiempo; quienes posean fuerza de voluntad, lucharán contra la tormenta y podrán escoger su propio camino, mientras que los débiles acabarán allá adonde los lleve la tempestad.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows

Knowing higher truths ensure that we have a larger perspective where all other things fall in place or start making sense.

Self-realization or self-knowing or awakening is about knowing/ becoming conscious of our true nature and living in harmony with the universe in an ever ascending order.

When we know our true nature, especially the functioning of the mind, we stop being judgmental and become an inspiration and support to others.

Aprende esto de una vez: “NO EXISTE EL MAÑANA. Cuando dices que quieres hacer algo ¡lo haces!

Life is fair. We all get the same nine-month shake in the box, and then the dice roll. Some people get a run of sevens. Some people, unfortunately, get snake-eyes. It's just how the world is.

-Yo comprendo que es morir, me parece-dijo de pronto Pearson-. Ahora lo comprendo. No la muerte en si, a eso todavia no llego; pero entiendo que es morir. Si dejo de caminar, punto final. [...]-Observó a Scramm y, con aire sincero, añadió-: Quizá sea como dices. Quizá no baste, pero...No quiero morir. Scramm le devolvió la mirada con aire casi desdeñoso. -¿Y crees que comprender la muerte va a librarte de morir?

What rhymes with insensitive?” I tap my pen on the kitchen table, beyond frustrated with my current task. Who knew rhyming was so fucking difficult? Garrett, who’s dicing onions at the counter, glances over. “Sensitive,” he says helpfully. “Yes, G, I’ll be sure to rhyme insensitive with sensitive. Gold star for you.” On the other side of the kitchen, Tucker finishes loading the dishwasher and turns to frown at me. “What the hell are you doing over there, anyway? You’ve been scribbling on that notepad for the past hour.” “I’m writing a love poem,” I answer without thinking. Then I slam my lips together, realizing what I’ve done. Dead silence crashes over the kitchen. Garrett and Tucker exchange a look. An extremely long look. Then, perfectly synchronized, their heads shift in my direction, and they stare at me as if I’ve just escaped from a mental institution. I may as well have. There’s no other reason for why I’m voluntarily writing poetry right now. And that’s not even the craziest item on Grace’s list. That’s right. I said it. List. The little brat texted me not one, not two, but six tasks to complete before she agrees to a date. Or maybe gestures is a better way to phrase it... “I just have one question,” Garrett starts. “Really?” Tuck says. “Because I have many.” Sighing, I put my pen down. “Go ahead. Get it out of your systems.” Garrett crosses his arms. “This is for a chick, right? Because if you’re doing it for funsies, then that’s just plain weird.” “It’s for Grace,” I reply through clenched teeth. My best friend nods solemnly. Then he keels over. Asshole. I scowl as he clutches his side, his broad back shuddering with each bellowing laugh. And even while racked with laughter, he manages to pull his phone from his pocket and start typing. “What are you doing?” I demand. “Texting Wellsy. She needs to know this.” “I hate you.” I’m so busy glaring at Garrett that I don’t notice what Tucker’s up to until it’s too late. He snatches the notepad from the table, studies it, and hoots loudly. “Holy shit. G, he rhymed jackass with Cutlass.” “Cutlass?” Garrett wheezes. “Like the sword?” “The car,” I mutter. “I was comparing her lips to this cherry-red Cutlass I fixed up when I was a kid. Drawing on my own experience, that kind of thing.” Tucker shakes his head in exasperation. “You should have compared them to cherries, dumbass.” He’s right. I should have. I’m a terrible poet and I do know it. “Hey,” I say as inspiration strikes. “What if I steal the words to “Amazing Grace”? I can change it to…um…Terrific Grace.” “Yup,” Garrett cracks. “Pure gold right there. Terrific Grace.” I ponder the next line. “How sweet…” “Your ass,” Tucker supplies. Garrett snorts. “Brilliant minds at work. Terrific Grace, how sweet your ass.” He types on his phone again. “Jesus Christ, will you quit dictating this conversation to Hannah?” I grumble. “Bros before hos, dude.” “Call my girlfriend a ho one more time and you won’t have a bro.” Tucker chuckles. “Seriously, why are you writing poetry for this chick?” “Because I’m trying to win her back. This is one of her requirements.” That gets Garrett’s attention. He perks up, phone poised in hand as he asks, “What are the other ones?” “None of your fucking business.” “Golly gee, if you do half as good a job on those as you’re doing with this epic poem, then you’ll get her back in no time!” I give him the finger. “Sarcasm not appreciated.” Then I swipe the notepad from Tuck’s hand and head for the doorway. “PS? Next time either of you need to score points with your ladies? Don’t ask me for help. Jackasses.” Their wild laughter follows me all the way upstairs. I duck into my room and kick the door shut, then spend the next hour typing up the sorriest excuse for poetry on my laptop. Jesus. I’m putting more effort into this damn poem than for my actual classes.

An individual being will go through lives and events in cycles on earth until it learns those specific lessons that it had come to learn in each incarnation.

When we realize the truth that every creation is an individualized portion of the Creator and we are always one with It then we are ready to live in harmony.

Many do not have the courage to face the truth of life and instead dwell upon some delusions to escape it. Any such escapism is a major hurdle in spiritual development.

Whether you practice a traditional religion or a universal version of spirituality, it is necessary to keep an open mind for learning and growing.

When we understand the mechanism of life then we can cooperate with it and live an abundant life.

When we change, our environment also has to change so as to be in alignment with what we are.

By knowing the fundamental rules of life and aligning with the same one can live a happy and peaceful life.

We become a master of something only when we know the truth of it. Similarly, when we know the truth of our soul and the oneness of the Universe then we are a Master of Life.

Me dice que tengo unas ideas muy raras y que he leído demasiado. Falso. he leído poco y entendido menos.

This is rather an awe-inspiring statement to get out of a straightforward uniqueness theorem in mathematics.

Si dice che quando ti morde il lupo te lo aspetti, ma i guai cominciano davvero quando ti morde la pecora.

Even God rolls the dice and allows stuff to happen both good and not so good as it may seem to us at the time but we are unable to see the bigger and complete picture like God can

There is an inherent unity and harmony in the universe. The divisions and disharmony we find on earth are created by the perception of separateness that people developed over a period of time.

Spiritual Laws ensures that every entity will be at the exact place where it has earned the right to be, by all its previous thoughts, words and actions, including those of the previous lives.

Qué más da cómo lo llamen los demás —dice—. Esta es nuestra historia y la contamos como queremos. Es nuestra historia y la contamos como queremos. Se diría que con todo lo que leo esto se me debería haber ocurrido antes, pero no se me había ocurrido. Ni una sola vez pensé en el aspecto interpretativo, el aspecto narrativo de la vida, de mi vida. Siempre me sentí como si estuviera viviendo una historia, sí, pero no como si yo fuera la autora de esa historia, o tuviera algún tipo de responsabilidad en su narración. Tú puedes contar tu historia como te dé la real gana. Se trata de tú solo.

We know the truth of a matter when we are able to see and understand it. The truth does not change, only our perception of the truth changes depending on how clearly we see and how much we understand.

An inner voice tells me that this is not the true Jacob. The theory accomplishes a lot, but it does not bring us closer to the secrets of the Old One. In any case, I am convinced that He does not play dice.

Mi dice spesso: "Violette, non so cosa vi siate raccontati con Dio stamattina a colazione, ma sembra molto arrabbiata con lui". Io rispondo sempre: "È perché non si pulisce mai i piedi prima di entrare in casa mia".

Our environment, including the physical body, reflect our inner state - what we are inwardly, our eternal nature. When we renew our mind and transform ourselves, our environment responds to this change automatically.

Puesto que el que contempla con sus ojos la belleza, no es ya tributario de la muerte, como dice Platen, sino de la Naturaleza, cuya belleza ha comprendido. Y si sus ojos sirven realmente para ver, llegará a ser, inexcusablemente, naturalista.

—Es que las mujeres, Floreana, —dice Elena mientras caminan hacia el pueblo— ya no quieren ser madres de sus hombres… y tampoco quieren ser sus hijas. —¿Y qué quieren ser? —Pares. Aspiran a construir relaciones de igualdad que sean compatibles con el afecto.

—Dice que hay una piedra dentro de usted. Una piedra blanca y dura. Grande como el puño de un niño. No sabe de dónde ha venido. —¿Una piedra? —dijo Satsuki. —En la piedra hay algo escrito, pero está en japonés y no puede leerlo. Hay trazados unos pequeños caracteres en tinta negra. Es algo muy antiguo, usted debe de llevar muchos años viviendo con ello en su interior. Debe deshacerse de esa piedra. Si no lo hace, esa piedra permanecerá, ella sola, incluso después de que usted haya muerto y hayan incinerado su cuerpo. (Tailandia)

Hay días en que pienso que ser de izquierdas es una especie de facultad, como la memoria. Todos la tenemos en estado de latencia. Si no la usas nunca, te mueres sin enterarte de que la tenías. La prueba de que está ahí, sin embargo, es que en determinadas situaciones aparece. Muchas veces se confunde con el orgullo. Pero hay dos clases de orgullo. Para mí, cuando esa facultad no está involucrada el orgullo es puro amor propio. Y cuando el orgullo es amor propio, lo que sale es la pataleta, el sofocón, se pone la cara roja y falta el aire. En cambio, si esa facultad interviene el orgullo se generaliza. La persona comprende que la ofensa, el abuso, lo que sea, no se lo están haciendo sólo a ella; y se le llenan los pulmones de aire; dice «no puede ser» y las tres palabras vienen de muy lejos, de muchos compañeros caídos y compañeras, de muchas personas aplastadas, humilladas; y aflora en ella un valor, una determinación con los que no soñaba.

How We Approach the New Testament We Christians have been taught to approach the Bible in one of eight ways: • You look for verses that inspire you. Upon finding such verses, you either highlight, memorize, meditate upon, or put them on your refrigerator door. • You look for verses that tell you what God has promised so that you can confess it in faith and thereby obligate the Lord to do what you want. • You look for verses that tell you what God commands you to do. • You look for verses that you can quote to scare the devil out of his wits or resist him in the hour of temptation. • You look for verses that will prove your particular doctrine so that you can slice-and-dice your theological sparring partner into biblical ribbons. (Because of the proof-texting method, a vast wasteland of Christianity behaves as if the mere citation of some random, decontextualized verse of Scripture ends all discussion on virtually any subject.) • You look for verses in the Bible to control and/or correct others. • You look for verses that “preach” well and make good sermon material. (This is an ongoing addiction for many who preach and teach.) • You sometimes close your eyes, flip open the Bible randomly, stick your finger on a page, read what the text says, and then take what you have read as a personal “word” from the Lord. Now look at this list again. Which of these approaches have you used? Look again: Notice how each is highly individualistic. All of them put you, the individual Christian, at the center. Each approach ignores the fact that most of the New Testament was written to corporate bodies of people (churches), not to individuals.

Fishermen don’t play to fold. They will always play the bluff no matter how hard things get. We throw the dice no matter how broke or how leveraged we may be. Like any true gambler, we know the dice will eventually get hot again if we throw them hard enough. It’s just a matter of surviving long enough to throw them enough times to find a winning streak

I like to ensure that I have music and art all around me. My personal favorite is old maps. What I love about old maps is that they are both beautiful and imperfect. These imperfections represent that some of the most talented in history were still very wrong (early cartography was very difficult). As the majority of my work is analysis and advisory, I find it a valuable reminder that my knowledge is limited. No matter how much data or insight I have, I can never fully “map out” any business. Yet, despite the incompleteness of these early cartographers, so much was learned of the world. So much done and accomplished. Therefore, these maps, or art pieces, serve as something to inspire both humility and achievement. This simple environmental factor helps my productivity and the overall quality of my work. Again, it’s like adding positive dice to my hand that are rolled each day.

Lo vi haciendo planes, lo vi bebiendo apoyado en la ventana, lo vi recibiendo a Cesárea Tinajero que venía con una carta de recomendación de Manuel, lo vi leyendo un librito de Tablada, tal vez aquel en donde José Juan dice: "bajo el celeste pavor/ delira por la unica estrella/ el cántico del ruiseñor". Que es como decir, muchachos, les dije, que veía los esfuerzos y los sueños, todos confundidos en un mismo fracaso y ese fracaso se llamaba alegría. - R. Bolaño

Y tiene a sus pies, interpuestos, muchos montes que hay que subir pasando gradualmente de virtud en virtud. En la cima está el final de todo y la meta final de nuestro peregrinar. Alcanzarla es lo que quieren todos pero, como dice Ovidio: Y es que querer no es suficiente; para conseguir una cosa hay que desearla ardientemente. En tu caso, desde luego, a menos que en ello te engañes, como en tantas cosas, no sólo quieres, sino que deseas. ¿Qué te retiene entonces?

I grabbed a handful of tarragon and closed my eyes, inhaling its sweet fragrance. I could almost feel my grandmother next to me, smell the aromas embedded into her poppy-print apron, taste her creamy veloutés. Thanks to her, my skills in the kitchen started developing from the age of seven. I'd learned how to chop, slice, and dice without cutting my fingers, to sauté, fry, and grill, pairing flavors and taming them into submission. Just as I'd experienced with my grandmother's meals, when people ate my creations, I wanted them to think "now this is love"- while engaging all of the five senses. For me, cooking was the way I expressed myself, each dish a balance of flavors and ingredients representing my emotions- sweet, sour, salty, smoky, spicy-hot, and even bitter. My inspiration as a chef was to give people sensorial experiences, to bring them back to times of happiness, to let them relive their youth, or to awaken their minds.

Se saprai mantenere la testa quando tutti intorno a te La perdono, e te ne fanno colpa. Se saprai avere fiducia in te stesso quando tutti ne dubitano, Tenendo però in considerazione anche il loro dubbio. Se saprai aspettare senza stancarti di aspettare, O essendo calunniato, non rispondere con calunnia, O essendo odiato, non dare spazio all'odio, Senza tuttavia sembrare troppo buono, né parlare troppo saggio; Se saprai sognare, senza fare del sogno il tuo padrone; Se saprai pensare, senza fare del pensiero il tuo scopo, Se saprai confrontarti con Trionfo e Rovina E trattare allo stesso modo questi due impostori. Se riuscirai a sopportare di sentire le verità che hai detto Distorte dai furfanti per abbindolare gli sciocchi, O a guardare le cose per le quali hai dato la vita, distrutte, E piegarti a ricostruirle con i tuoi logori arnesi. Se saprai fare un solo mucchio di tutte le tue fortune E rischiarlo in un unico lancio a testa e croce, E perdere, e ricominciare di nuovo dal principio Senza mai far parola della tua perdita. Se saprai serrare il tuo cuore, tendini e nervi Nel servire il tuo scopo quando sono da tempo sfiniti, E a tenere duro quando in te non c'è più nulla Se non la Volontà che dice loro "Tenete duro!" Se saprai parlare alle folle senza perdere la tua virtù, O passeggiare con i Re, rimanendo te stesso, Se né i nemici né gli amici più cari potranno ferirti, Se per te ogni persona conterà, ma nessuno troppo. Se saprai riempire ogni inesorabile minuto Dando valore ad ognuno dei sessanta secondi, Tua sarà la Terra e tutto ciò che è in essa, E - quel che più conta - sarai un Uomo, figlio mio!

The patient mother waits The sad poet changes fates The determined lightning is scared to be free The opened boxes each demand a certain fee They know their value, and ask for a price Waiting to see whether you'll roll the dice

Einstein hated this prediction because it suggested that reality wasn’t definite, it was probabilistic—like a game of chance, which is why these quantum predictions inspired his famous sneering comment of “God does not play dice!

Puede que todos seamos el demonio de alguien -dice Oswald-. Incluso tu y yo.

There is something about playing with dice—the cool anticipation as they roll around in your hand and the fearful hope as you watch your fate tumble across the table.

Man rarely produces truth unless he finds a way to profit from it

Seríamos peores de lo que somos sin los buenos libros que leímos, más conformistas, menos inquietos e insumisos y el espíritu crítico, motor del progreso, ni siquiera existiría. Igual que escribir, leer es protestar contra las insuficiencias de la vida. Quien busca en la ficción lo que no tiene, dice, sin necesidad de decirlo, ni siquiera saberlo, que la vida tal como es no nos basta para colmar nuestra sed de absoluto, fundamento de la condición humana, y que debería ser mejor. Inventamos las ficciones para poder vivir de alguna manera las muchas vidas que quisiéramos tener cuando apenas disponemos de una sola

Buda dice "Las cosas no son lo que parecen ser, pero tampoco son lo contrario

The toughest gladiators in the world are not the best soldiers but the worst lovers

If we are doomed to lose this campaign, and all odds are against us, we shall go down fighting, and by losing that way, perhaps inspire a future generation, maybe a hundred, two hundred years hence to attempt to stand yet again for their rights and the rights of their children. It must end now, he thought. This campaign must end it and I am venturing all on this single throw of the dice, not just for my army, which has stayed loyal, but for all these people as well.

But I do roll the dice Because I refuse to play nice Is that perhaps because I know How simple things matter Like a plate and some rice? Is that why I’m made of equal parts Fire and stone cold ice? I have seen the Devil once, you know He tried to strengthen and grow

Here, distinctly stated, at last, is the hazy notion that has been haunting me for a month. The good Lord does not shoot dice, as a certain physicist once said. Nothing happens by mere chance in the cosmos.

Risk taking is the game of dice, which is always unpredictable and full of probabilities.

—Sabes que no puedo leer la mente, ¿verdad? —Claro que no, ¡qué tontería! —dice haciendo una pausa—. Lo tuyo es mucho más preciso y más verdadero. La mente es variable, los sentimientos son más sinceros… Sara y Eli - Soy Sara. Soy Laura

There are a decent amount of people who work in the entertainment industry and realize the power of the medium and try to use the system to educate or inspire people.

Hitler was largely inspired by Helena Blavatsky’s 1888 book The Secret Doctrine, which claims that Satan helped free man in the Garden of Eden, thus allowing humans to “evolve” into gods ourselves. “Satan will now be shown, in the teaching of the Secret Doctrine, allegorized as Good, and Sacrifice, a God of Wisdom,” the book reads.476 “Blessed and sanctified is the name of the Angel of Havas—Satan,” Blavatsky wrote,477 so it’s no wonder the Nazis were so evil.

Man rarely produces truth unless he finds a way to profit from it.

En sociedades en las que se les dice a las personas que deben especializarse en el desarrollo de tareas rutinarias y repetitivas, la creatividad en sí misma es un acto de rebeldía

Los pensamientos no son de los que los hace ni del que los dice, sino del que los hace suyos.

El sueño que muchos no entenderán: Compré un caballo por un sueño personal. Un día cuando esté muy viejo y cuando no pueda caminar más , estará en su corral como un trofeo de mis recuerdos. Conocí a personas que me enseñaron algo y tienen el mismo espíritu y conocí a otros que me alegro haber olvidado. Me mojé, sentí frío y sentí calor. Sentí miedo, me caí y me levanté. Incluso me lastimé. Pero también, reí a carcajadas. Hablé mil veces conmigo mismo. Canté y grité de alegría como un loco. Y sí, a veces lloré. He visto lugares maravillosos y viví experiencias inolvidables. Me detuve mil veces para ver un paisaje. Hablé con perfectos desconocidos, y olvidé a gente que veo todos los días. Salí con mis demonios dentro y volví a casa con una paz absoluta en el corazón. Siempre pensé lo peligroso que es, sabiendo que el significado del coraje es avanzar incluso sintiendo miedo. Cada vez que subo a mi caballo pienso en lo maravilloso que es. Dejé de hablar con quien no entiende, (simplemente no entienden) y aprendí a través de gestos a comunicarme con otros igual que yo. Gasté dinero que no tenía, renunciando a muchas cosas, pero todas estas cosas no valen ni un momento sobre mi caballo. No es un medio de transporte ni un pedazo de huesos con herraduras es la parte perdida de mi alma y de mi espíritu. Y cuando alguien me dice: tienes que vender el caballo y tienes que ser una persona más seria. No, respondo. Simplemente balanceo la cabeza y sonrío. Andar a caballo, sólo lo entiende quien los ama

Las vacas no dan leche: Un campesino acostumbraba a decirle a sus hijos cuando eran niños:
 cuando tengan 12 años les contaré el secreto de la vida.
 Cuando el mas grande cumplió los 12 años le preguntó ansiosamente a su padre cuál era el secreto de la vida.
 El padre le respondió que se lo iba a decir, pero que no debía revelárselo a sus hermanos.
 El secreto de la vida es este: La vaca no da leche. -¿Qué dices?- preguntó incrédulo el muchacho. -Tal cual lo escuchas, hijo: La vaca no da leche, hay que ordeñarla. Tenes que levantarte a las 4 de la mañana, ir al campo, caminar por el corral lleno de excremento, atar la cola y las patas de la vaca, sentarte en el banquito, colocar el balde y hacer los movimientos adecuados! Ese es el secreto de la vida. La vaca, la cabra, o la llama no dan leche. Las ordeñas o no tienes leche.

Y te preguntas «¿Dónde están tus sueños?». Y meneas la cabeza y te dices: «¡Qué rápido pasan los años!» Y de nuevo te preguntas «¿Y qué has hecho con tus años? ¿Dónde has enterrado tu mejor época? ¿Has o no vivido?»

I have intelligent and very successful women lined up around the block stalking me but without one remembering their roots it's no dice to me

Venganza. Se dice que es un veneno que se filtra en el alma hasta dejarla desnuda. Que acaba destruyendo a quien la persigue. Sin embargo, para otros es un alimento esencial. Los nutre y los fortalece, les da una razón para sobrevivir cuando no tienen otra cosa a la que aferrarse para seguir adelante.

The game is played by partners. Each child has a blank 100 grid. The first partner rolls two number dice. The numbers that come up are the numbers the child uses to make an array on their 100 grid. They can put the array anywhere on the grid, but the goal is to fill up the grid to get it as full as possible. After the player draws the array on their grid, she writes in the number sentence that describes the grid. The game ends when both players have rolled the dice and cannot put any more arrays on the grid