Parth Quotes

The truth was, he respected the shit out of her, was attracted to every cell in her body, and—this was the worst part—he liked her.

See, here’s the thing. Morgan was right: you can’t win them all. But that doesn’t mean that you give up. Not ever. Morgan never said that part—he was too busy living it.

Sabrina didn’t run because she doesn’t want you,” I say. “She ran because she’s scared that, in the end, she won’t be worth chasing.” Parth’s eyes lock onto mine, his face slackening as he takes it in. “Shit.” He scrambles to his feet. “We need to find her.” “We will,” I promise.

We light the sparklers Parth found in the garage, and we write our names in the dark, impermanent but all the brighter and more blazing for it.

જર્મન લેખક હેનરિક માન કહે છે કે, “પુસ્તકો વિનાનું મકાન એ બારી વિનાના રૂમ જેવું છે.

She means he's looking for something the New York Times has described as 'revelatory," Sabrina says. "Actually... " Parth walks up with a paper bag already in hand. “I picked this because the Wall Street Journal gave it such a cranky review I needed to read it myself. It's by this married couple who usually publish separately. One of them writes literary doorstop novels and the other writes romance.

But whoever thinks that beauty is something he can enjoy exclusively for himself just by abandoning other people and closing his eyes to the human life of which he is part—he is not the friend of beauty. He who doesn't fight every day of his life to the last breath against the representatives of evil, against the living images of evil who rule Sviðinsvík—he blasphemes by taking the word beauty into his mouth.

What’s something you’ll miss, Harry?” Cleo asks. “Something small.” I say, “Seeing everyone so happy together.” Cleo bats her hand against my leg. “Something for you.” I think some more. “I guess . . . going to sleep.” Parth bursts into laughter. “I’m serious!” I cry. “Your favorite part,” Sabrina says, “of this amazing trip I planned for us . . . is going to sleep.” “No.” I toss a seashell shard toward the sparkling lip of the tide. “It’s going to sleep so tired, in a good way. Feeling content and exhausted and relaxed, but also excited to wake up and still be here.

So before you pass judgment on this cake, maybe take a look at yourself and what's going on in your own screwed-up life that's given you a warped perspective on an innocent, beautiful, phenomenal in every way----" I lay a hand on Benny's shoulder and when he turns toward me, his mouth falls open in a perfect circle, dark eyebrows wrinkling his forehead under his cap. He is flushed and startled and so, so handsome. It's the first time I've looked at his face since we were on a city sidewalk and I was walking away from him and goodness, I've missed it. "Sounds like a pretty good cake," I manage with a soft smile. "The best," he breathes. I step closer still, just a few inches from him now. "I'm a little sweeter on the baker, to be honest." His eyes close and his chin tips down for just a moment, and he exhales on a laugh before looking at me with so much warmth and intensity. "You have no idea how it is to hear that," he murmurs, and then he's kissing me hard, one hand in my hair and the other wrapping around my waist to pull me to him. I bring my arms up around his shoulders, barely registering the cheers and applause in the packed kitchen before I pull the cap off Benny's head. I hold it up to cover our faces from the camera, as our kiss goes on much longer than I'd ever want my mama to see. When we break apart, Benny whispers, "I love you, Reese. And I'm sorry for not making that totally clear before now. I want to be with you, and support you, and fight for you----" "I love you, Benny." I hadn't said it out loud before, for fear that this would end and I'd be heartbroken. But it appears that will not be the case. And I'm so, so certain that I love him. "Woo!" he shouts, lifting me by the waist and twirling me around. Then, since the camera is still rolling---perhaps a sense of "what do we really have to lose at this point?" on Charlie's part---he yells, "I LOVE REESE CAMDEN! Who wants cake?

For every boy I ever loved, there was a corresponding song.____For you, Parth, there were many, every beat ever pounded, every melody ever hummed, all the songs ever written, including the ones we never heard.

density,

When you search Google, it grabs your query (the text you typed into the search bar) and looks through its index to find the webpages that are most relevant.

How might Google do this? The simplest way would be to just look for occurrences of a particular keyword, kind of like hitting Ctrl+F or Cmd+F to search a giant Word document. Indeed, this is how search engines in the 90’s used to work: they’d search for your query in their index and show the pages that had the most matches,[11] an attribute called keyword density.[12

Neutrons do not have strength, but they are Destructive" -Parth Joshi

Timing and Luck are so important in Life.. And why does Failure hurt more than a knife.

Somehow, I seem incapable of holding memories of everyday drudgery of my life in India, in my head. Some subconscious process filters it out and makes the pleasant bits of living in India stretch out and become more vibrant as the days pass by. 

He stares deeply into my eyes when I speak; I’ve never felt so heard. The best part—he doesn’t offer unsolicited advice or lackluster comfort. He just… listens, and attentively at that. Like the next thing out of my mouth just might be the cure for cancer. Too bad I am the fucking cancer.

wasn’t the back of her head,” Parth objects. “It was more like . . . mid-spine.

generative adversarial network

The more you know what you really want and where you're really going, the more what everybody else is doing starts to diminish. The moments when your own parth is at its most ambiguous, thats when the voices of others the distracting chaos in which we live the social media static start to loom large and become very treatening

Accelerated Mobile Pages, or AMP.

Singaporean

Most amazing fact about Science is that it offers you liberty.It gave you freedom to think and go beyond your imagination.It never imposes any restrictions on human thoughts unlike Religion.Religion is limited.There are boundaries in religion that restrict the humanity to think beyond the reality.

God is the creation of human mind in the absence of knowledge.

You can either burn in love or burn for love but you can not escape the fire

If you want to keep expectations, then first learn the acceptance.

Einstein quoted "Imagination is more important than knowledge", but it could be partially true because in my experience first you need knowledge to have imagination.

Dreams can be doorway to a different universe.

Compassion and dignity will restore peace and faith in humanity forever.

This debate is summed up in the Silicon Valley proverb: “if you aren’t paying for the product, you are the product.