Prompt: I didn't understand how contradictory human nature was. I don't know how much artificiality is in sincerity, How many north noses are hidden in nobility, Perhaps, virtue is found even in evil
Prompt: I didn't understand how contradictory human nature was. I don't know how much artificiality is in sincerity, How many north noses are hidden in nobility, Perhaps, virtue is found even in evil.I adopt futurama-style
Prompt: I didn't understand how contradictory human nature was. I don't know how much artificiality is in sincerity, How many north noses are hidden in nobility, Perhaps, virtue is found even in evil.I adopt futurama-style
Prompt: I didn't understand how contradictory human nature was. I don't know how much artificiality is in sincerity, How many north noses are hidden in nobility, Perhaps, virtue is found even in evil.I adopt futurama-style
Prompt: The wise can simplify and clarify complex matters. Conversely, some intentionally create trouble, making easy things difficult and resulting in complications. Initially, one might attribute it to foolishness, but now I realize there is another intention behind it. However, the thoughts of people are subtle and difficult to thoroughly fathom.
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: By all means I should understand, But I cannot seem to keep my hands On that truth that shall be praised, As the one to let us be saved. Dear God, fundamental truth may be granted, But can't my thought be counted? As a right in this world, Where objectivity left me no choice But to blend in such a foist.
Prompt: a person who is not sure of himself who has faddishness a person who gives a different image of what he is
Prompt: Create an image of another character, perhaps a curious onlooker or a disciple, questioning the sage. Show their expressions conveying curiosity, trying to understand the sage's actions.
Prompt: Why should fate, which is not destined to be a fickle lyricism, sing the same with it (unknown in the world)The love and friendship of old?Sad truth, poet, Why should I expose the secrets of the intrigues of treachery in truthful songs for posterity?
Prompt: I am firmly convinced that somewhere in a distant galaxy, On dusty paths, far from space routes, There will be a planet similar to ours in detail, And the people on it are completely similar to us
Prompt: I am firmly convinced that somewhere in a distant galaxy, On dusty paths, far from space routes, There will be a planet similar to ours in detail, And the people on it are completely similar to us
Prompt: I will feel to the exact extent that I coincide with meaning, to which it ceases to be situated in the objective world and to which it means nothing to me.
Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: Not a word, not a handshake, Not his eyes with a twinkle of misfortune Under the visor shifted slightly to one side
Prompt: Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Prompt: About sixty feet tall, with a body like an ox or a bull most profane, foul and distorted and a torso at one end vaguely in the shape of a man but surely it is no man
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: Even the best fate cannot withstand insincerity, and deep feelings need cherishing. There are no real fools in this world, only those willing to play innocent for you.
Prompt: Yumir's flesh made the earth, his blood the sea, his hair the grass, and his skull the firmament. Yumir's eyebrows are molded into Middle-Earth, where humanity will flourish
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: If only I knew the secret Enchanted speeches I would have found out even by chance, Who wanders here at night
Prompt: If only I knew the secret Enchanted speeches I would have found out even by chance, Who wanders here at night
Prompt: I am the Architect. I created the matrix. I’ve been waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also irrelevant.
Prompt: There are many different lights; Countless suns are burning there, The peoples there and the circle of centuries: For the common glory of the deity The power of nature is equal there. But where, nature, is your law
Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: a sly grin slowly creeps over the mysterious traveler's face as recognition sets in: a familiar face in this infinite, mirrored reality - a companion, lover, friend has been found after a dark eternal night
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Prompt: art that doesn't reference human-like features and experience at all, art that is estranged from humanity definitive features and culture
Prompt: The woman had a delicate face, half covered by her hair, half of her face was pale, and she didn't say anything all the way, which was creepy.
Prompt: \"From the unfathomable depths emerged a being that defied the very concept of malevolence—a spectral hound forged in the crucible of impossibility. Its form transcended comprehension, an ethereal entity that shattered reality's bounds. Eyes aflame with an unholy luminescence, each glance fractured sanity itself. With every ethereal step, dimensions quaked, portending an existence consumed by unattainable horror and indomitable malice. Its howls, a symphony of discordant chaos, reverberated through time and space, heralding an eternity submerged in inconceivable evil and insurmountable darkness. This was not merely a dog; it was an enigma of ineffable evil, an anomaly defying the limits of conceivable malevolence.\"
Prompt: I am firmly convinced that somewhere in a distant galaxy, On dusty paths, far from space routes, There will be a planet similar to ours in detail, And the people on it are completely similar to us.
Prompt: O you, ever-watchful eyes, Slayers of the heavenly city! You, awake during the night, When mortals sleep at rest, You look through the thick shadow The entire breadth of the earth. But I hope that at this hour you
Prompt: Through the shadowed veil of life's relentless trials, we find our greatest strength. In the heart of darkness, where despair whispers its coldest tale, there we stand unyielding, conquering not the world, but the abyss within ourselves
Prompt: If I run, endless wolves will hunt to devour me. You were laughing in my face so sourly, hiding cowardice behind a fake smile that you tend to change hourly.
Prompt: once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimps beyond this illusion inset a course for winds of fortune yadda yadda masquerading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season and if i claim to be a wise man it surely means that i dont know cast about like a ship on the ocean something about devotion etc etc
Prompt: In particular, it is known that Sir Max's eyes constantly and arbitrarily change color. According to the books, he is rather tall, his hair is brown with a reddish tinge, he does not have a prominent musculature and in general has no special physical strength, smiles a lot and behaves frivolously. max fray
