"Lepe misli"...
#301
Posted 15 December 2004 - 22:56
privedena skica ontologije modernizma je verygood.
#302
Posted 15 December 2004 - 23:17
It
These were his friends, and his mother was wrong: they weren't bad friends. Maybe, he thought, there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who kelp you feel not so lonely.
Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe
worth dying for, too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only
people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
#303
Posted 15 December 2004 - 23:34
Tako.
Baš sam se
#304
Posted 16 December 2004 - 13:56
privedena skica ontologije modernizma je verygood.
nisam ja to htela kuditi kandinskog. kad malo bolje razmislim
moja takva reakcija je zbog njujorske posleratne ekipe i grinbergove rigidne modernisticke dogme pa sam retroaktivno nepravedno omalovazila i sve njihove duhovne srodnike - pretke
da ubacim i 'lepu misao' ( da mi nezna dusa lavinija ne zameri da trolujem joj topik)
hocu sad i hocu sve - nije iz literature al valjda ju je neko nekad stavio u usta nekom svom junaku a meni ce jednog dana doci glave
(ono za ruse ti pisem uvece , zurim kod sudije za prekrsaje)
odoh sad
po sve
#305
Posted 17 December 2004 - 02:52
#306
Posted 17 December 2004 - 02:54
#307
Posted 18 December 2004 - 18:41
najgrdje razbojnistvo je zavrsiti pomisljenu recenicu**
misao se stvara u ustima***
* breton, moj mali mozak, levo cose
** cara, ibid.
*** ibid.
Edited by juliana, 18 December 2004 - 18:48.
#308
Posted 19 December 2004 - 19:34
- Ti se bojis, a strah je svojstvo onoga koji misli samo na sebe.
- Ako nekoga zaista iskreno volite, ostavite ga na miru. To je najvise sto mozete da ucinite za voljenu osobu.
- Najvise se vole oni ljudi koji imaju iste vrline, a najvise se mrze oni koji imaju iste mane. (Jovan Ducic)
- Ne prepirite se sa budalom; ljudi mozda nece uociti razliku.
- Ako prihvatis izgladnelog psa i nahranis ga, on te nece ujesti. To je jedina razlika izmedju psa i coveka.
- Bolje je cutati i biti smatran glupim nego progovoriti i otkloniti svaku sumnju.
- Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me, and be my friend. (Albert Camus)
- God made this world from nothing, but the nothingness shows though.
- Qu'il etait bleu le ciel, et grand, l'espoir! L'espoir a fui, vaincu, vers le ciel noir.
- "... I ja, kome ne zna imena ni lica,
Sve sam njene misli ispunio sade;
Vernost se zaklinje s tih hladnih usnica -
Kao smrt su verne ljubavi bez nade!"
Edited by ElenaSnape, 19 December 2004 - 19:37.
#309
Posted 21 December 2004 - 12:23
se ljulja vrh jablana. Čini mi se da ću samom svojom težinom, koja kao da narasta, odgurnuti ogradu za koju se čvrsto držim, i poleteti u dubinu, jer su se vertikale iskosile, sužavajući stvari prema dnu, tako da se i normala koja me čini stabilnim , na zemlji, ovde, opijena visinom zanosi, i neodoljivo me gura napred, u pad.
Nemanja Mitrović
#310
Posted 24 December 2004 - 16:32
beyond the simple fact that he has dreamed about being a child again. He touches his
wife's smooth back as she sleeps her warm sleep and dreams her own dreams; he thinks
that it is good to be a child, but it is also good to be grownup and able to consider the
mystery of childhood . . . its beliefs and desires. I will write about all of this one day, he
thinks, and knows it's just a dawn thought, an after-dreaming thought. But it's nice to
think so for awhile in the morning's clean silence, to think that childhood has its own
sweet secrets and confirms mortality, and that mortality defines all courage and love. To
think that what has looked forward must also look back, and that each life makes its own
imitation of immortality: a wheel.
Or so Bill Denbrough sometimes thinks on those early mornings after dreaming, when
he almost remembers his childhood, and the friends with whom he shared it.
#311
Posted 03 January 2005 - 16:56
Ainsi écrivit Ludwig van Beethoven ą son neveux :
«Bienheureux celui qui, ayant appris ą triompher de toutes les passions, met son énergie dans l’accomplissement des tČches qu’impose la vie sans s’inquiéter du résultat. Le but de ton effort doit źtre l’action et non ce qu’elle donnera. Ne soit pas de ceux qui, pour agir, ont besoin de ce stimulant : l’espoir de la récompense.
Ne laisse pas tes jours s’écouler dans l’oisiveté. Soit laborieux, accomplis ton devoir, sans te soucier des conséquences, du résultat bon ou mauvais; cette indifférence ramŹnera ton attention vers les considérations spirituelles. Cherche un refuge dans la sagesse seule, car s’attacher aux résultats est cause de malheur et de misŹre. Le vrai sage ne s’occupe pas de ce qui est bon ou mauvais dans ce monde. Raisonne toujours dans ce sens : c’est le secret de la vie. »
Thus spoke Ludwig van Beethoven in a letter to his nephew:
"Happy the one who, having learned to triumph over all passions, puts his energy in the accomplishment of tasks imposed by life without worrying about results. The purpose of your effort should be the action and not the result of that action. Do not be of those who to act need this stimulant: the hope of a reward.
Do not let your days pass by in affluence. Be laborious, accomplish your duties without worrying about their consequences, of good or bad results; this indifference will bring your attention towards spiritual considerations.
Search a refuge only in the wisdom, because to attach yourself to the results of your efforts is the cause of discontent and misery. The real sage does not occupy himself with questions what is good or bad in this world. Reason always in this sense: this is the secret of life."
#312
Posted 04 January 2005 - 15:08
Beket: Malone umire
#313
Posted 06 January 2005 - 22:35
Stephen King, It
#314
Posted 06 January 2005 - 23:37
Tomas Pincon, Tajna Integracija
#315
Posted 07 January 2005 - 02:02
How the Mind Works
by Steven Pinker (str. 52)
Prevod (i bold) moj.