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-# 25 Year Framework
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-## Metadata
-- Author: [[Year Framework_ Your 21st]]
-- Full Title: 25 Year Framework
-- Category: #books
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-## Highlights
-- Becoming the master of your “Moving Future. ” You can begin to get the maximum impact from each one of your 100 quarters by setting up the current 90-day period in terms of simple, short-term, measurable, and achievable goals. (Page 24)
-- Continually make creative course corrections. As we saw with The Moving Future exercise in the previous chapter, achieving ve “multiplier” goals in each 90-day time frame throughout the 25-year period keeps your morale high, maintains your momentum for getting things done, and gets you excited about your goals for the next quarter and beyond (Page 26)
-- Once you develop a 25-Year Framework for your future, you have a lter that increasingly weeds out ideas, activities, and enterprises that won’t last 25 years. This ltering mindset grows naturally over each of your 100 quarters as a result of the Moving Future thinking process (Page 38)
-- Many people feel anxiety about time because their brains are so full. They see everything they want to do as having to be done right now, all at once, and everything is competing with everything else (Page 63)

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-# Shantaram
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-## Metadata
-- Author: [[Roberts, Gregory David]]
-- Full Title: Shantaram
-- Category: #books
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-## Highlights
-- I sometimes think that the size of our happiness is inversely proportional to the size of our house.’ (Location 5308)
-- percussive and exciting music of towering ambition: the nervous irritation of generators, the merciless metal-to-metal zing of hammers, and the whining insistence of drills and grinders. Snaking lines of sari-clad women carrying dishes of gravel on their heads wove through all the workplaces, from man-made dunes of small stones to the yawning mouths of ceaselessly revolving cement-mixing machines. To my western eyes, those fluid, feminine figures in (Location 5455)
-- and depend upon the inequalities between us. It was vassal-love, (Location 7007)
-- That look, that frowning smile, combined shame and exultation because both are essential—shame gives exultation its purpose, and exultation gives shame its reward. We’d saved him as much by joining in his exultation as we had by witnessing his shame. And all of it depended upon our action, our interference in his life, because no man is saved without love. (Location 7952)
-- It’s forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would’ve annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive. (Location 7957)
-- They were poor, tired, worried men, but they were Indian, and any Indian man will tell you that although love might not have been invented in India, it was certainly perfected there. (Location 8455)
-- Silence is the tortured man’s revenge. (Location 8648)
-- ‘But it’s not true. It’s the other way round. Money isn’t the root of all evil. Evil is the root of all money. There’s no such thing as clean money. All the money in the world is dirty, in some way, because there’s no clean way to make it. If you get paid in money, somebody, somewhere, is suffering for it. That’s one of the reasons, I think, why just about everybody—even people who’d never break the law in any other way—is happy to add an extra buck or two to their money on the black market.’ (Location 9506)
-- But I am sure that the science is right, within the limit of what we know. (Location 10263)
-- smiling at me as Nazeer drove away, but it was Nazeer’s scowl, (Location 10467)
-- It was as if I was the one who was keeping secrets; and no matter how thick my mind became with thoughts of the murder, I never admitted them to him. (Location 11741)
-- ‘In order to know about any act or intention or consequence, we must first ask two questions. One, what would happen if everyone did this thing? Two, would this help or hinder the movement toward complexity?’ (Location 11791)
-- his young face assumed a numb expression. I knew that expression. I sometimes caught it, by chance, in the mirror: the way we look when the part of happiness that’s trusting and innocent is ripped away, and we blame ourselves, rightly or wrongly, for its loss. (Location 12227)
-- It was black money, and black money runs through the fingers faster than legal, hard-earned money. If we can’t respect the way we earn it, money has no value. If we can’t use it to make life better for our families and loved ones, money has no purpose. (Location 13000)
-- famous for its delicious faloodah drinks, but they were insipid (Location 14168)
-- ‘Remember,’ Khader said insistently, resting his hand on my forearm to emphasise his words. ‘Sometimes it is necessary to do the wrong thing for the right reasons. The important thing is to be sure that our reasons are right, and that we admit the wrong—that we do not lie to ourselves, and convince ourselves that what we do is right.’ (Location 15114)
-- Love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. Every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it’s a part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die. (Location 15762)
-- I didn’t know then, as I do now, that love’s a one-way street. Love, like respect, isn’t something you get; it’s something you give. (Location 16137)
-- He’d been able to deal with that pain because he’d accepted his own part in causing it. I’d never accepted my share of responsibility—right up to that moment—for the way my marriage had failed or for the heartache that had followed it. That was why I’d never dealt with it. (Location 18495)
-- Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow. And in the tiny, precious wisdom that they give to us, even those dread and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be. (Location 18508)
-- I never told her that—what her affectionate and unconditional acceptance meant to me. So much, too much, of the good that I felt in those years of exile was locked in the prison cell of my heart: those tall walls of fear; that small, barred window of hope; that hard bed of shame. I do speak out now. I know now that when the loving, honest moment comes it should be seized, and spoken, because it may never come again. And unvoiced, unmoving, unlived in the things we declare from heart to heart, those true and real feelings wither and crumble in the remembering hand that tries too late to reach for them. (Location 18683)
-- They couldn’t understand that every time I entered the slum I felt the urge to let go and surrender to a simpler, poorer life that was yet richer in respect, and love, and a vicinal connectedness to the surrounding sea of human hearts. They couldn’t understand what I meant when I talked about the purity of the slum: they’d been there, and seen the wretchedness and filth for themselves. They saw no purity. But they hadn’t lived in those miraculous acres, and they hadn’t learned that to survive in such a writhe of hope and sorrow the people had to be scrupulously and heartbreakingly honest. That was the source of their purity: above all things, they were true to themselves. (Location 18883)
-- pathway take the sheaves of rupee notes we’d brought as alms. (Location 19393)
-- Looking at the people, listening to the breathing, heaving, laughing, struggling music of the slum, all around me, I remembered one of Khaderbhai’s favourite phrases. Every human heartbeat, he’d said many times, is a universe of possibilities. And it seemed to me that I finally understood exactly what he’d meant. He’d been trying to tell me that every human will has the power to transform its fate. I’d always thought that fate was something unchangeable: fixed for every one of us at birth, and as constant as the circuit of the stars. But I suddenly realised that life is stranger and more beautiful than that. The truth is that, no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love. (Location 19841)

5 Media/6 Readwise/Books/The Name of the Wind.md

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-# The Name of the Wind
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-## Metadata
-- Author: [[Patrick Rothfuss]]
-- Full Title: The Name of the Wind
-- Category: #books
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-## Highlights
-- snapped. “I’m a tinker and a peddler, and I’m more than both. I’m an arcanist, you great dithering heap of idiot.” “My point exactly,” the mayor said doggedly. “We’re God-fearing people in these parts. We don’t want any meddling with dark things better left alone. We don’t want the trouble your kind can bring.” “My kind?” the old man said. “What do you know about my kind? There probably (Location 1233)
-- stronger. It felt the same way your body feels after a day of splitting wood, or swimming, or sex. You feel exhausted, languorous, and almost Godlike. This feeling was similar, except it was my intellect that was weary and expanded, languid and latently powerful. I could feel my mind starting to awaken. (Location 1403)
-- “It doesn’t matter. Try again.” He shook the stone. “Alar is the cornerstone of sympathy. If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.” (Location 1437)
-- looking in his direction. I smiled at Fela. “Perhaps a bestiary,” (Location 5295)
-- a coin. He turned to me next with the same sunny smile. Looking at the lute case I carried he cocked an eyebrow at me. “Good to see a new face. You know the rules?” I nodded and handed him a jot. He turned to point inside. “You see the bar?” It was hard to miss fifty feet of winding mahogany that curved through the far end of the room. “See where the (Location 6594)
-- with the hand that wasn’t holding an impressively tall tankard. (Location 6632)
-- steal your heart. Men fall for her like wheat before a sickle (Location 7447)
-- to my stomach. This was exactly what I’d hoped to avoid: an opportunity for both Ambrose and Hemme to settle scores with me. Worse still, this was bound to lower Lorren’s opinion of me even further, no matter what the outcome. I arrived in the Masters’ Hall early and was relieved to find the atmosphere much more relaxed than when I’d gone on the horns for malfeasance against Hemme. Arwyl and Elxa Dal smiled at me. Kilvin nodded. I was relieved that I had friends among the masters to balance out the enemies I’d made. “Alright,” the Chancellor said briskly. “We’ve (Location 7629)
-- I spotted Manet off in the corner, loading tile into a kiln. (Location 8041)
-- “The truth is deeper than that. It’s…” Bast floundered for a moment. “It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.” (Location 12228)

5 Media/6 Readwise/Books/The Sixth Extinction.md

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-# The Sixth Extinction
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-## Metadata
-- Author: [[Elizabeth Kolbert]]
-- Full Title: The Sixth Extinction
-- Category: #books
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-## Highlights
-- Although a land animal, our species—ever inventive—crosses (Location 57)
-- zeteki. Golden frogs have a distinctive, ambling gait (Location 141)
-- “Corals build the architecture of the ecosystem,” Caldeira told me. “So it’s pretty clear if they go, the whole ecosystem goes.” One of the Israeli scientists, Jack Silverman, put it to me this way: “If you don’t have a building, where are the tenants going to go?” (Location 1932)
-- Ocean acidification is, of course, not the only threat reefs are under. Indeed, in some parts of the world, reefs probably will not last long enough for ocean acidification to finish them off. The roster of perils includes, but is not limited to: overfishing, which promotes the growth of algae that compete with corals; agricultural runoff, which also encourages algae growth; deforestation, which leads to siltation and reduces water clarity; and dynamite fishing, whose destructive potential would seem to be self-explanatory. All of these stresses make corals susceptible to pathogens. (Location 1947)
-- “This is a qualitatively different set of stresses that we are putting on species,” Silman told me. “In other kinds of human disturbances there were always spatial refuges. Climate affects everything.” Like ocean acidification, it is a global phenomenon, or, to borrow from Cuvier, a “revolution on the surface of the earth.” (Location 2354)
-- “If evolution works the way it usually does,” Silman said, “then the extinction scenario—we don’t call it extinction, we talk about it as ‘biotic attrition,’ a nice euphemism—well, it starts to look apocalyptic.” (Location 2386)
-- Using the species-area relationship, S = cAz, and setting the value of z at .25, we can calculate that losing one percent of the original area implies the loss of roughly a quarter of a percent of the original species. If we assume, very conservatively, that there are two million species in the tropical rainforests, this means that something like five thousand species are being lost each year. This comes to roughly fourteen species a day, or one every hundred minutes. (Location 2568)
-- altruistic. Time and time again, people have demonstrated (Location 3598)