एक बार कोई विचार बाहर आ जाए, तो उसे न तो वापस बुलाया जा सकता है, न चुप कराया जा सकता है और न ही मिटाया जा सकता है। आप उसे रोक नहीं सकते, बिल्कुल वैसे ही जैसे हवा द्वारा बीज बिखरा दिए जाने के बाद आप डंडेलियन के फूल को दोबारा पहले जैसा नहीं जोड़ सकते।
Once an idea is out and about, it can't be called back, silenced or erased. You can't contain it, any more than you could put the head of a dandelion back together after the wind has scattered its seeds.
Once an idea is out and about, it can't be called back, silenced or erased. You can't contain it, any more than you could put the head of a dandelion back together after the wind has scattered its seeds.
कीड़े ने फुसफुसाया। "तुमने कहा था यह देख नहीं सकता!" ओट्स ने चिल्लाते हुए कहा, और अंबर की चुप रहने की हिदायत भूल गया। उसने मुट्ठी भींची। "हम सबने सुना था, अंबर! तुमने खास तौर पर कहा था कि यह देख नहीं सकता!" "मुझे पता है—कुछ नया सीखना कितना शानदार है, है ना?" अंबर हंस पड़ा।
The worm hissed. "You said it couldn't see!" shouted Oates, forgetting Umber's instruction to be silent. He shook a fist. "We all heard it, Umber! You specifically said, it couldn't see!" "I know-isn't it wonderful to learn something new?" Umber laughed.
The worm hissed. "You said it couldn't see!" shouted Oates, forgetting Umber's instruction to be silent. He shook a fist. "We all heard it, Umber! You specifically said, it couldn't see!" "I know-isn't it wonderful to learn something new?" Umber laughed.
मजे करो। और हैप: अंबर को तीर-कमान के पास मत भटकने देना; वह अपनी ही नाक में तीर मार लेगा।" डॉड मुस्कुराया और घोड़े की लगाम झटकी, और बग्गी आगे बढ़ गई। अंबर ने नाक सिकोड़ी। "उसकी घटिया कविताओं में से एक। चलो, हैप।"
Enjoy yourselves. And Hap: Don't let Umber near the arrows and bows; he's liable to shoot himself in the nose." Dodd grinned and snapped the reins, and the carriage rolled away. Umber sniffed. "One of his lesser poems. Come, Hap.
Enjoy yourselves. And Hap: Don't let Umber near the arrows and bows; he's liable to shoot himself in the nose." Dodd grinned and snapped the reins, and the carriage rolled away. Umber sniffed. "One of his lesser poems. Come, Hap.