

Posted 24 February 2012 - 03:03 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 25 February 2012 - 08:29 AM
Posted 25 February 2012 - 09:30 AM
"Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding."
Bill Bullard
Posted 25 February 2012 - 02:28 PM
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
Posted 26 February 2012 - 06:14 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 26 February 2012 - 06:37 PM
Posted 27 February 2012 - 04:47 PM
ॐ Be a voice, not an echo. ॐ
Posted 27 February 2012 - 05:10 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 27 February 2012 - 08:08 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 27 February 2012 - 08:33 PM
Posted 27 February 2012 - 08:36 PM
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When you open your mind to the impossible, sometimes you find the truth.
Posted 27 February 2012 - 08:41 PM
Posted 28 February 2012 - 09:13 AM
Posted 28 February 2012 - 11:11 AM
Posted 28 February 2012 - 05:47 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 28 February 2012 - 07:25 PM
Posted 01 March 2012 - 11:48 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 02 March 2012 - 09:11 AM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
Posted 02 March 2012 - 09:28 AM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
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