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[Nincha]

“Jesus waited three days to come back to life. It was perfect! If he had only waited one day, a lot of people wouldn't have even heard he died. They'd be all, "Hey Jesus, what up?" and Jesus would probably be like, "What up? I died yesterday!" and they'd be all, "Uh, you look pretty alive to me, dude..." and then Jesus would have to explain how he was resurrected, and how it was a miracle, and the... dude'd be like "Uhh okay, whatever you say, bro..." And he's not gonna come back on a Saturday. Everybody's busy, doing chores, workin' the loom, trimmin' the beard, NO. He waited the perfect number of days, three. Plus it's Sunday, so everyone's in church already, and they're all in there like "Oh no, Jesus is dead", and then BAM! He bursts in the back door, runnin' up the aisle, everyone's totally psyched, and FYI, that's when he invented the high five. That's why we wait three days to call a woman, because that's how long Jesus wants us to wait.... True story.”
--Barney Stinson

[Nincha]

Sometimes, no matter how much you want for things to happen, all you can do is wait. And usually, waiting is the hardest part.

[Anouk]

little book of big motivational quotes

[Nincha]

Today's relationships: u can touch each other, but not each others phones.

Oh so true.

[Nincha]

Ni važno, kaj ješ od božiča do novega leta, važno je, kaj ješ od novega leta do božiča!

[Olivija]

[Nincha]

Evo pa še ena v stilu praznikov z Grouchy Rabbita:

To do list: Get fat over the holidays. Make New Year's resolution to get thin. Wait a year. Repeat.

[Nincha]

Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it doesnt't get you anywhere.

[Jinadaze]

As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But
if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abyss of nothingness and the intense
thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely
rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held
by someone, anyone.

-Haruki Murakami

[Nincha]

If you can't fix it with duct tape or a vodka it ain't worth fixing.

[Kinky]

• “That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”

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  “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”

^ TA JE ZAME

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  “You have to die a few times before you can really

  live.”

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  “Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”

―

Charles Bukowski



Vse kar pravi je resnično.

[Kinky]

Ena romantična:

Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, it's probably shit.

[Anouk]

To sem zjutraj zasledila na zidu od kolega, ki ima navadno kakšne bolj poduhovljene, in sem jo takoj prodala naprej AP. Samo je res majhna Slovenija, ko pride do takih 'brihtnih' - če bi bilo tako še pri razbijanju stereotipov, bi bilo pa sploh super!

[Kinky]

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Laž navadno ubije prijateljstvo, resnica pa ljubezen. Miguel de Cervantes

Kar se počenja iz ljubezni, se vselej dogaja z one strani dobrega in zla. (Friedrich Nietzsche)

Dokler ženska ljubi, je srečna. Boleslav Prus

Nesreča vstopa samo skozi vrata, ki so jih zanjo odprta pustili. (Kitajski pregovor)

Poroka in peka se ne posrečita vedno. (Nemški pregovor)

Na svetu so tri vrste moških: možje, možički in zapečkarji. Istrski pregovor

Srce je hotel z eno samo sobo. (Žarko Petan)

Če si zelo srečen, samega sebe ne prepoznaš, če si zelo nesrečen, te ne prepoznajo drugi. (Angleški pregovor)

Kakšna škoda, da so večne ljubezni tako kratkotrajne! Žarko Petan

Mož brez žene - konj brez sedla. (Vietnamski pregovor)

Spolnost je tudi pogovor. (Roberto Gervaso)

Z zakoni je kot z vodnimi jezovi; ko na enem kraju popustijo, je tudi vse drugo zanič. (Kitajski pregovor)

Večina mož zahteva od svojih žena vrline, ki jih sami nimajo. (Lev N. Tolstoj)

Dneva ne moreš zadržati, lahko pa ga izkoristiš. (Latinski pregovor)

Velike obljube in pisma vsebujejo kopico besed, pa malo dejanj. (Danski pregovor)

V ljubezni izkušnja ne pomaga: če bi pomagala, se ljudje ne bi ponovno zaljubili. (Henri Regnier)

Oči, ušesa, jezik, roke in noge so vsi človekovo napadalno in obrambno orožje. (Angleški pregovor)

[Nincha]

Relationships are like fat people, most of them don't work out.

[Nincha]

Wealth is relative. The more wealth, the more relatives.

[Kalypso]

Boobs: Proof that men can pay attention to two things at once.

[Nincha]

If steroids are illegal for athlets,shoudn't photoshop be illegal for models?

[Immortelle]

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne .. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.



Cranky Old Man.....

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?

What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?

A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,

Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.

And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet

Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,

But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,

Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.

I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.

And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.

It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.

There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,

And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells

I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.

And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.

Not a cranky old man .

Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!



Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ... . . . we will all, one day, be there, too!

[Podgana]

“It wasn’t my day.
My week.
My month.
My year.
My life.
God damn it.”

Charles Bukowski