
rekel, da je on v resnici cvetličar, ampak da ne smem povedat njegovemu psu - ta zmaga


Posted 09 February 2011 - 11:14 AM
Posted 09 February 2011 - 12:18 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 09 February 2011 - 12:34 PM
Posted 09 February 2011 - 01:46 PM
There are some things I may not know
There are some places, dear Lord, I may not go.
But there's one thing of which I'm sure
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul.
I have found a way to live
in the presence of the Lord Hare Ram, Ram, Ram
Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram
Posted 09 February 2011 - 02:29 PM
Posted 09 February 2011 - 02:47 PM
Ljudje imajo radi, da jim kaj poveš, v pravih količinah, v skromnem, zaupnem tonu, in mislijo, da te poznajo, ampak te ne poznajo, poznajo podatke o tebi, dobijo samo dejstva, ne občutkov, ne, kaj si misliš o čemer koli, ne, kako si zaradi stvari, ki so se ti zgodile ali si se odločil zanje, tak, kot si. Vse, kar naredijo, je, da te napolnijo s svojimi občutki in mnenji in opažanji in ustvarijo novo življenje, ki ima s tvojim bolj malo zveze, in tako si varen. (Per Petterson: Konje krast)
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Posted 26 March 2011 - 10:42 AM
Posted 26 March 2011 - 10:58 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 26 March 2011 - 11:03 AM
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Posted 19 April 2011 - 09:16 PM
Posted 19 April 2011 - 09:23 PM
Posted 19 April 2011 - 09:25 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 19 April 2011 - 09:27 PM
Posted 19 April 2011 - 09:36 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 19 April 2011 - 10:26 PM
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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