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  • buhowl shared from The Better Angels of Our Nature: Why Violence Has Declined by Steven Pinker
    The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there. —L. P. Hartley
  • buhowl shared from La vida es sueño (Spanish Edition) by Calderón de la Barca
    porque en el mundo, Clotaldo, todos lo que viven sueñan.
  • buhowl shared from La vida es sueño (Spanish Edition) by Calderón de la Barca
    porque en el mundo, Clotaldo, todos lo que viven sueñan.
    Note: Todos los que viven sueñan.
  • buhowl shared from Rework by Jason Fried, David Heinemeier Hansson
    weeks, what would you cut out? Funny how a question like that forces you to focus. You suddenly realize there’s a lot of stuff you don’t need. And what you do need seems obvious. When you impose a deadline, you gain clarity. It’s the best way to get to that gut instinct that tells you,
  • buhowl shared from Rework by Jason Fried, David Heinemeier Hansson
    Do you really need ten people or will two or three do for now?
  • buhowl shared from Bloomberg by Bloomberg by Michael R. Bloomberg
    That's money talking. It's what got us the publicity-made Bloomberg, if not a household name, at least a synonym for success-and ensures that some day I'll have a long obituary in the New York Times.7
    Note: and sure he will have one
  • buhowl shared from Simplicity: Essays by Joshua Fields Millburn, Ryan Nicodemus
    the stuff doesn’t make you happy—you make you happy.
    Note: Hay gente que todavía no entiende esto.
  • buhowl shared from Simplicity: Essays by Joshua Fields Millburn, Ryan Nicodemus
    “Success without happiness is failure.” —Anthony Robbins
    Note: Más claro, ni el agua.
  • buhowl shared from Simplicity: Essays by Joshua Fields Millburn, Ryan Nicodemus
    But collecting is just hoarding with a prettier name.
    Note: Collecting is just hoarding with a prettier name...
  • buhowl shared from Creed en Dios (Spanish Edition) by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
    Un aliento de fuego abrasó su cara, un mar de luz oscureció sus ojos, un trueno gigante retumbó en sus oídos, y arrancado del corcel y lanzado al vacío como la piedra candente que arroja un volcán, se sintió bajar y bajar, sin caer nunca; ciego, abrasado y ensordecido, como caería el ángel rebelde cuando Dios derribó el pedestal de su orgullo con un soplo de sus labios.
    Note: Encuentro con Dios...