Secunda Meaning in Hindi

1. "Trei dimineaţa. Simt secunda de faţă, apoi pe cealaltă, fac bilanţul fiecărui minut. De ce toate astea? Pentru că m-am născut."
- Emil Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

2. "Lucilla saw Verus die, and then Lucilla died. Secunda saw Maximus die, and then Secunda died. Epitynchanus saw Diotimus die, and Epitynchanus died. Antoninus saw Faustina die, and then Antoninus died. Such is everything. Celer saw Hadrian die, and then Celer died. And those sharp-witted men, either seers or men inflated with pride, where are they? For instance the sharp-witted men, Charax and Demetrius the Platonist and Eudaemon, and any one else like them. All ephemeral, dead long ago. Some indeed have not been remembered even for a short time, and others have become the heroes of fables, and again others have disappeared even from fables. Remember this then, that this little compound, thyself, must either be dissolved, or thy poor breath must be extinguished, or be removed and placed elsewhere."
- Quote by Marcus Aurelius

3. "Yow loveres axe I now this questioun, Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun?   490 That oon may seen his lady day by day, But in prison he moot dwelle alway. That other wher him list may ryde or go, But seen his lady shal he never-mo. Now demeth as yow liste, ye that can,   495 For I wol telle forth as I bigan. Explicit prima Pars.    Sequitur pars secunda."
- Geoffrey Chaucer, Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer

4. "Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus, rumoresque senum severiorum omnes unius aestimemus assis! soles occidere et redire possunt; nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda. da mi basia mille, deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum; dein, cum milia multa fecerimus, conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, aut ne quis malus invidere possit cum tantum sciat esse basiorum."
- Catullus, The Complete Poems

5. "All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such dreamy weather, To beg a tale of breath too weak To stir the tiniest feather! Yet what can one poor voice avail Against three tongues together? Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict "to begin it": In gentler tones Secunda hopes "There will be nonsense in it!" While Tertia interrupts the tale Not MORE than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast— And half believe it true. And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, "The rest next time—" "It IS next time!" The happy voices cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out"
- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland: The Complete Collection

6. "Prefatory Poem All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such dreamy weather, To beg a tale of breath too weak To stir the tiniest feather! Yet what can one poor voice avail Against three tongues together? Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict to begin it; In gentler tones Secunda hopes There will be nonsense in it! While Tertia interrupts the tale Not more than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast— And half believe it true. And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, The rest next time— It is next time! The happy voices cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered"
- Lewis Carroll, The Complete Alice in Wonderland

7. "Ţigări şi whisky şi femei nebune, nebune Poate m-am născut în genunchi, m-am născut tuşind într-o iarnă nesfârşită, m-am născut aşteptând sărutul norocului, m-am născut cu o anumită impetuozitate –  şi, totuşi, cu trecerea anilor, am învăţat repede despre bariere, despre frustrare, despre mirosul clismelor. Am învăţat foarte devreme să nu îngenunchez, să nu sper, să-mi cultiv pasiunile în debara unde nu se află nimeni, doar păpuşile, perfecte şi îngrozitoare, cărora li se poate vorbi în şoaptă sau pot fi aşezate jos pentru a muri. Acum, că am scris atâtea cuvinte şi am renunţat la multe iubiri, rămânând tot cine am fost întotdeauna –  o femeie a exceselor, a ardorii, niciodată îndestulată, găsesc că efortul a fost inutil. Nu mă uit în oglindă în aceste zile  şi văd un şobolan beat care îmi evită privirea? Nu-mi simt dorinţele la fel de acut, că aş prefera să mor decât să le privesc în ochi? Îngenunchez încă o dată, în caz că norocul ar putea trece totuşi în secunda următoare."
- Quote by Anne Sexton