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Poslao: 27 Jun 2010 00:20
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Dear Catherine:
l'm sorry l haven't talked to you in so long.
l feel l've been lost...
...no bearings, no compass.
l kept crashing into things, a little crazy, l guess.
l've never been lost before.
You were my true north.
l could always steer for home when you were my home.
Forgive me for being so angry when you left.
l still think some mistake's been made...
...and l'm waiting for God to take it back.
But l'm doing better now.
The work helps me.
Most of all, you help me.
You came into my dream last night with that smile...
... that always held me like a lover...
...rocked me like a child.
All l remember from the dream...
...is a feeling of peace.
l woke up with that feeling...
..and tried to keep it alive as long as l could.
l'm writing to tell you that l'm on a journey toward that peace.
And to tell you l'm sorry about so many things.
I'm sorry l didn 't take better care of you...
...so you never spent a minute being cold or scared or sick.
I'm sorry I didn't try harder to find the words. . .
. . .to teII you what I was feeIing.
I'm sorry I never fixed the screen door.
I fixed it now.
I'm sorry I ever fought with you.
I'm sorry I didn't apologize more.
I was too proud.
I'm sorry I didn't bring you more compliments. . .
. . .on everything you wore and every way you fixed your hair.
I'm sorry I didn't hold on to you with so much strength. . .
. . .that even God couldn't pull you away. ''
All my love, G.
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Dear Catherine:
There isn't an hour without you in it.
I mend the boats, test them. . .
. . .and all the while the memories come in like the tide.
I thought today of when we were young. . .
. . .and you left our world for a bigger world.
I was a lot more scared than I would admit.
I fought my fear. . .
. . .by telling myself you'd come back someday. . .
. . .and trying to think of the first thing I'd say when I saw you again.
I must have tried out possibilities.
What did I finally say?
Not much.
My mouth wouldn't work, except to kiss you.
When you said, 'I'm here to stay' . . .
. . .that said it all.
Well, I'm doing it again.
I keep imagining what I'd say to you if somehow you came back.
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This is a message and a prayer.
The message is that my travels taught me a great truth.
I already had what everyone is searching for. . .
. . .and few ever find:
The one person in the world who I was born to love forever.
A person like me, of the Outer Banks. . .
. . .and the blue Atlantic mystery. ''
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To all the ships at sea...
...and all the ports of call.
To my family...
...and to all friends and strangers.
This is a message and a prayer.
The message is that my travels taught me a great truth.
l already had what everyone is searching for...
...and few ever find:
The one person in the world...
... who l was born to love forever.
A person like me, of the Outer Banks...
...and the blue Atlantic mystery.
A person rich in simple treasures...
...self-made, self-taught.
A harbor where l am forever home.
And no wind or trouble...
...or even a little death can knock down this house.
The prayer is that everyone in the world can know this kind of love...
...and be healed by it.
lf my prayer is heard, then there will be an erasing of all guilt...
...and all regret...
...and an end to all anger.
Please, God.
Amen.
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Dear Catherine:
My life began when l found you...
...and l thought it had ended when l failed to save you.
l thought that hanging on to your memory was keeping us both alive.
But l was wrong.
A woman named Theresa showed me that...
...if l was brave enough to open my heart...
...l could love again, no matter how terrible my grief.
She made me realize l was only half-alive.
lt scared me and it hurt.
l didn 't know how much l needed her till the night she flew away.
When that airplane took off, l felt something inside me tear away.
And l knew.
l should have stopped her.
l should've followed her home.
And now tomorrow, l'm going to sail to the windy point...
...and l'm going to say goodbye to you.
Then l'm going to go to this woman...
...and see if l can win her heart.
lf l can, l know you'll bless me.
And bless us all.
lf l can 't...
... then l'm still blessed because l've had the privilege of loving...
... twice in my life.
She gave me that.
And if l tell you l love her as much as l loved you...
... then you'll know the whole story.
Rest in peace, my love.
Garret.
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lf some lives form a perfect circle...
...others take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand.
Loss has been a part of my journey.
But it has also shown me what is precious.
So has a love for which l can only be grateful...
Message in a bottle
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Poslao: 25 Jul 2010 15:10
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"Come, Darcy," said he, "I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance."
"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this, it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with."
"I would not be so fastidious as you are," cried Bingley, "for a kingdom! Upon my honour I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life, as I have this evening; and there are several of them, you see, uncommonly pretty."
"You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room," said Mr. Darcy, looking at the eldest Miss Bennet.
"Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you."
"Which do you mean?" and turning round, he looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said, "She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me."
Mr. Bingley followed his advice. Mr. Darcy walked off; and Elizabeth remained with no very cordial feelings towards him. She told the story however with great spirit among her friends; for she had a lively, playful disposition, which delighted in any thing ridiculous.
Pride and prejudice, Jane Austin- chapter 3
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You began the evening well, Charlotte," said Mrs. Bennet with civil self-command to Miss Lucas. "You were Mr. Bingley's first choice."
"Yes;—but he seemed to like his second better."
"Oh!—you mean Jane, I suppose—because he danced with her twice. To be sure that did seem as if he admired her—indeed I rather believe he did—I heard something about it—but I hardly know what—something about Mr. Robinson."
"Perhaps you mean what I overheard between him and Mr. Robinson; did not I mention it to you? Mr. Robinson's asking him how he liked our Meryton assemblies, and whether he did not think there were a great many pretty women in the room, and which he thought the prettiest? and his answering immediately to the last question—"Oh! the eldest Miss Bennet beyond a doubt, there cannot be two opinions on that point.''"
"Upon my word!—Well, that was very decided indeed—that does seem as if—but, however, it may all come to nothing, you know."
"My overhearings were more to the purpose than yours, Eliza," said Charlotte. "Mr. Darcy is not so well worth listening to as his friend, is he?—Poor Eliza!—to be only just tolerable."
"I beg you would not put it into Lizzy's head to be vexed by his ill-treatment; for he is such a disagreeable man that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him. Mrs. Long told me last night that he sat close to her for half an hour without once opening his lips."
"Are you quite sure, Ma'am?—is not there a little mistake?" said Jane.—"I certainly saw Mr. Darcy speaking to her."
"Aye—because she asked him at last how he liked Netherfield, and he could not help answering her;—but she said he seemed very angry at being spoke to."
"Miss Bingley told me," said Jane, "that he never speaks much unless among his intimate acquaintance. With them he is remarkably agreeable."
"I do not believe a word of it, my dear. If he had been so very agreeable, he would have talked to Mrs. Long. But I can guess how it was; every body says that he is ate up with pride, and I dare say he had heard somehow that Mrs. Long does not keep a carriage, and had come to the ball in a hack chaise."
"I do not mind his not talking to Mrs. Long," said Miss Lucas, "but I wish he had danced with Eliza."
"Another time, Lizzy," said her mother, "I would not dance with him, if I were you."
"I believe, Ma'am, I may safely promise you never to dance with him."
"His pride," said Miss Lucas, "does not offend me so much as pride often does, because there is an excuse for it. One cannot wonder that so very fine a young man, with family, fortune, every thing in his favour, should think highly of himself. If I may so express it, he has a right to be proud."
"That is very true," replied Elizabeth, "and I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine."
"Pride," observed Mary, who piqued herself upon the solidity of her reflections, "is a very common failing I believe. By all that I have ever read, I am convinced that it is very common indeed, that human nature is particularly prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish a feeling of self-complacency on the score of some quality or other, real or imaginary. Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonimously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us."
Pride and prejudice, Jane Austin- chapter 5
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Poslao: 27 Avg 2010 22:14
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If I Could Turn Back Time [by Cher]
Regret
If I could turn back time,
If I could find a way, I'd take back those words that hurts you and you'd stay.
I don't know why I did the things I did,
I don't know why I said the things i said.
Pride's like a knife, it can cut deep inside.
Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes.
I didn't really mean to hurt you, I didn't want to see you go. I know I made you cry, but baby:
If I could turn back time, if I could find a way,
I'd take back those words that hurt you,
And you'd stay.
If I could reach the stars, I'd give them all to you,
Then you'd love me , love like you used to do.
If I could turn back time.
My world was shattered, I was torn apart,
Like someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart.
You walked out that door, I swore that I didn't care.
But I lost everything, darling , then and there.
Too strong to tell you I was sorry,
Too proud to tell you I was wrong.
I know that I was blind, and oooh.....
If I could turn back time, if I could turn back time,
If I could turn back time - Oooh baby.
I didn't really mean to hurt you, I didn't want to see you go. I know i made you cry.
If I could turn back time, if I could turn back time........
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Poslao: 08 Okt 2010 21:14
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Edward Perrimont Cole died in May. It was a Sunday afternoon, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It's difficult to understand the sum
of a person's life. Some people would tell you it's measured, by the one's left behind. Some believe, that it can be measured in faith. Some say by love. Other folks say, life has no meaning at all. Me... ? I believe that you measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.
What I can tell you for sure... That by any measure, Edward Cole lived
more in his last days on earth, then most people manage to gain, out of a lifetime. I know that when he died, his eyes were closed...And his heart was open.
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- Good morning, Edward.
- Morning.
-How's it going?
- Dumb question.
- How's that cap doing?
-Didn't know what I ever did without it.
- Humor is a good sign.
* * *
-Let me ask you something?
Is it... is it Tommy or Thomas?
-Huh, actually Mathew, but he finds
that to biblical.
-I see something, come on.
- Is he insane?
- It depends.
* * *
-You know the ancient Egyptians had a beautiful believe about that. When their souls got to the entrance of heaven, their Gods ask them 2 questions. Their answer determent, whether they were admitted or not.
-Okay... I'll bite. What were they?
- Have you found joy in your life?
- Ah, ha...
- Answer the question.
- Me? Answer the question, if I found joy, in my life?
- Yes.
- Has your life brought joy to others?
-Oh... this type of question... I, ah...
I don't know, ah... to think about how other people gage, huh...Ask them.
-I'm asking you.
Right. Let me put it to you, this way...After the breakup, and the ensuing cleansing of the death. Emily went to live with her mother. You know, you try to stay close, but... It gets down to holidays, phone calls, birthday cards. You know, anyway...Emily goes to college... Joins one of her... Save the poor people, the animals, and what not. Meets a guy, decides she loves him. A good looking kid, driven... smart. But there was something bad, so...When she said they were engaged, I told her, I was against it. But being my daughter, naturally.She went ahead and married him anyway, needless to say, I wasn't invited to the wedding.
- That must have hurt?
- You think? The first time he hit her, she came to me. I wanted to bash his brains in. She wouldn't let. She said, she roult him, and it wasn't his fault, he had a few drinks.She was the one, picked the fight. Next time it happened, she didn't come to me. The ex told me, nice to hear her voice again.
- What did you do?
- What any father would do. I took care of it. I called a guy, who called a guy, who handles this kind of things. I don't what he said, don't know what he did, all I know is, he didn't kill him. And my daughter, never heard from him again.
-How did she react?
- Called me names, you wouldn't believe, and worse. She said, I was dead to her. I'm not proud of everything I did. But I'm pretty sure, I'll do it all again, so... If they won't let me in the Egyptian heaven because my daughter hates me. Well then, I guess, that's just the way it goes.
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-It's not finished. It's not a one man deal.
-I'm afraid it will have to be.
-We're ready.
-I'll be here, when you get back.
-That sounds good to me.
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Good afternoon my name is Edward Cole. I do not know what most people say on these occasions. In all honesty... I've tried to avoid them.
The simplest thing is, I loved him. And I miss him. Carter, and I saw the world together. It is amazing... When you think, that only three months ago, we were complete strangers. Help A Complete Stranger For The Good. I hope it doesn't sound selfish of me.But the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life, and he knew it before I did. I'm deeply proud... That this man, found it worth is while... To know me, in the end... I think it's safe to say, that we brought some joy, to one another’s life’s. So, one day... When I go to some final resting place. And I happen to wake up next to
a certain wall with a gate... I hope that Carter is there, to vouch for me. And show me the ropes, on the other side.
The Bucket List
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Poslao: 11 Dec 2010 22:29
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Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow airport. General opinion makes out that we live in a world of hatred and greed. I don't see that....Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy but it's always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge, hey were all messages of love. lf you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.'
Love Actually
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Poslao: 21 Dec 2010 18:51
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Ima ljudi čiji je život trag vrelog železa u tle utisnut. Gde stupe, pod njima gori. Kad minu, dim spaljene zemlje dugo još vređa oči. Oni su kao zvezde čije rađanje vidimo milionima godina pošto su zgasle ali ga nikad ne čujemo. Smrt starog sunca izgleda kao rađanje novog; umiranje ovakvih ljudi uvek je rađanje novog i neizvesnog.
Oni su bića Vatre. Vatra je njihov Element. Njihova priroda i sudbina.
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Ima ljudi čije stope, u pesku trajanja utisnute, ne vode istim smerom u kome su vodili njihovi životu. Ako tim tragom pođemo, nećemo o njima istinu saznati. Njihove stope tu su ali se ne vide. Osećaju se u tuđim tragovima, naziru u tuđim smerovima, otkrivaju u tuđim stopama.
Oni su bića Zemlje. Zemlja je njihov Element. Njihova priroda i sudbina.
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Ima ljudi čiji je život trag u vodi. Nevidljivi su, nečujni, nestvarni, bez otisaka u peščanoj pustinji čovečnosti. Ne znamo odakle su među nas došli, a kad odu, zašto su i kuda otišli. Dok su bogovi zemljom greli, tako smo ih prepoznavali. Kad nas napustiše od njihovih moći ljudi naslediše jedino sposobnost da žive, ali da ne budu.
Njihovo je biće Voda. Voda je njihov Element. U vodi njihova priroda i sudbina.
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Ima ljudi čiji život u močvari trajanja liči na tragove crvenokožaca kad neće da budu uočeni. Indijanski ratnik se tada vraća, polažući pete u stope starog traga. Odskače na kamen koji otiske ne prima i zauvek nestaje. Oko primećuje varku ako ume da razlikuje dubinu tragova ostavljenih jednim hodom od onih otisnutih u dva navrata. Oni su bića Vazduha. Vazduh je njihov Element. Njihova priroda i sudbina.
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Ima ljudi ije tragove sledimo kao umetnička dela. Njihove stope nisu u život utisnute, one su izvajane kao što se vajaju kipovi. Ne možemo misliti da su mogle biti drukčije, drugog oblika, niti u drugom pravcu voditi. I oblik i smer određen je njihovom idejom.
Oni su bića Metala. Metal je njihov Element. Njihova priroda i sudbina.
Novi Jerusalim-Borislav Pekić
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Poslao: 27 Feb 2011 10:15
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Kirsten: For my oldest friend... Anything.
(Jimmy looks at her, Kirsten sighs then hugs him)
Kirsten: I can't believe this, if we had gotten married...I'd be moving to Hawaii.
Jimmy: No, if I'd married you there's no way I would left.
The O.C.
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Poslao: 27 Feb 2011 18:56
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Ryan: Look, I don't know I-I.. I guess I was hoping this could be easy... For you an' me to stay friends... For you an' Lindsay to be friends...
Marissa: And have us all live happily ever after...
Ryan: Yeah somethin' like that.
Marissa: I know it seems like a million years ago we dated but it wasn't.
Ryan: I know that.
Marissa: And ok maybe you're over it... Maybe it doesn't mean anything to you anymore... Maybe it never did... But it meant a lot to me, you meant a lot to me... Still do.
(Ryan looks at Marissa, Marissa looks away)
Ryan: ...It's not like that I....I don't know what its like... And thinkin' you and Lindsay should be friends was a bad idea.
Marissa: Why, I like her... And if you do the math she's my step sister so...
Ryan: I guess...
(Marissa looks at Ryan, Ryan avoids eye contact now)
Marissa: Look, clearly it's gonna be strange for us for a while...
Ryan: Yeah I know, you're right (goes to leave) ....I'm sorry... That's what I came here to say...
Marissa: (looks at Ryan) I'm sorry too...
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Poslao: 23 Mar 2011 20:31
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Sve ću biti pošteno koliko mogu, koliko iko može, jer počinjem da sumnjam da su iskrenost i poštenje isto, iskrenost je uvjerenost da govorimo istinu (a ko u to može da bude uveren?), a poštenja ima mnogo, i ne slažu se među sobom.
Preda mnom je duga noć bez sna, i mnoge druge noći, na sve ću stići, sve ću učiniti što moram, i da se optužim i da se odbranim, žurba nije potrebna, a vidim da ima stvari o kojima mogu pisati sada, i poslije možda nikada više.
Svijet mi je odjednom postao tajna, i ja svijetu, stali smo jedno prema drugome, začuđeno se gledamo, ne raspoznajemo se, ne razumijemo se više.
Rječica je slična meni, bujna i plaha ponekad, a češće tiha, nečujna.
Vjerujem u sudnji dan i u vječni život, ali sam počeo da vjerujem i u strahotu umiranja, u strah pred tom neprozirnom crninom.
Pred smrt se sjećamo da nam dva anđela sjede na ramenima i zapisuju naša zla i dobra dela, i stalo nam je da popravimo svoj račun.
Ugodno je bilo slušati je kako govori, ne, nije trebalo ništa da govori, dovoljno je bilo da postoji.
Tako malo ulažemo, a tako mnogo dobijamo.
Nije u pitanju imetak, nemam ga i ne poštujem ga mnogo ni kod drugih.
Nisam znao da se svijet može toliko izobličiti za dan, za sat, za tren, kao da se uzbunila vilenjačka krv, i niko je utišati ne može.
Pravda je pravo da učinimo ono što mislimo da treba, i onda pravda može da bude sve.
Lične stvari su suviše tanane, mutne, nekorisne, i treba ih ostaviti sebi ako ne možemo da ih ugušimo.
Bezuspješno nastojiš da ostaneš čist i slobodan, neko tvoj će ti zagorčati život.
Pravdu sam smatrao potrebom, a krivdu mogućnošću.
Moral je zamisao, a život je ono što biva.
Žena zna, žene uvijek znaju, makar ništa ne bilo rečeno, i prije će pomisliti da jest nego da nije.
Ne znati ni jednu jedinu svoju riječ, ni jednu jedinu svoju misao, biti nijem za sve ljudsko, i govoriti bez potrebe, bez smisla, govoriti preda mnom kao da me nema, biti osuđen na govorenje koje je pamćenje. A ja sam osuđen na slušanje onoga što znam.
Hiljadu puta se pokaješ za ono što kažeš, rijetko za ono što prećutiš.
Za grijeh nije ostavljeno jedno određeno doba, ali je njegovo prirodno vrijeme noć. Ljudska misao nesiguran talas što ga podiže ili smiruje ćudljivi vjetar straha ili želje.
Slutnja je prvi glasnik nesreće.
Pamti, nesreća je što kod nas niko ne misli da je na pravom mjestu, i svako svakome je mogući suparnik; ljudi preziru one koji ne uspiju, a mrze one koji se uspnu iznad njih; navikni se na prezir ako želiš mir, ili na mržnju ako pristaneš na borbu. Ali ne ulazi u okršaj ako nisi siguran da ćeš oboriti protivnika. Ne upiri prstom u tuđe nepoštenje ako nisi dovoljno jak da to ne moraš dokazivati.
Kao da se nešto otkinulo u meni i sad ga nema, to je sve. Sasvim je neobično što ga nema, sasvim nevjerovatno, sasvim neoguće, ali je više boljelo dok je bilo.
I riječ obavezuje, i ona je čin, obavezuje me pred drugima ali i preda mnom.
-Teško će se sporazumjeti dva čovjeka koji misle različito.
-Lako će se sporazumjeti dva čovjeka koji misle.
Ali je nevolja u tome što se ti ne usuđuješ da razmišljaš. Plašiš se, ne znaš kuda bi te misao odvela.
U teškom položaju čovjek koji je duhovno razvijeniji od drugih, ukoliko ga ne štiti položaj, i strah koji taj položaj daje. Postaje usamljenik: njegova su mjerila drukčija, i nikome ne koriste a njega izdvajaju.
Toliko sam svijet uopštavao, da sam ga gubio.
Čovek treba da se odreče svega što bi mogao da zavoli, jer su gubitak i razočaranje neizbježni. Moramo se odreći ljubavi, da je ne izgubimo. Moramo uništiti svoju ljubav, da je ne unište drugi. Moramo se odreći svakog vezivanja, zbog mogućeg žaljenja.
Misao je surovo beznanadna. Ne možemo uništiti sve što volimo, uvijek će ostati mogućnost da nam to unište drugi.
Ničija mudrost mi ne može pomoći. Radije se vraćam na početke. Činim to bez napora i prisiljavanja. Ne tražim ništa, samo se traži i nalazi.
Nisam više tražio razloge, celinu, neprekinute tokove.
Na kraju svega što sam pokušavao da odredim, da ulančim, omeđim smislom, stajala je duga crna noć i vode što neprestano rastu.
-Još ima stidljivih i osjetljivih prijatelju moj. Zar ti to nije čudno?
-Uvijek će ih biti.
-Hvala Bogu. Suviše nas je koji više ne znamo šta je to. Ovakve bi trebalo čuvati, za sjeme.
Srećom, ljudi lako zaboravljaju ono što ih se ne tiče.
Cijenim nova prijateljstva, ona su ljubav koja nam je uvijek potrebna, ali stara prijateljstva su više nego ljubav, jer su dio nas samih.
Mrtve treba sahraniti zbog sebe.
Ljudi lako zaboravljaju ono čime se ne ponose.
Često se vrtimo kao vjetrokaz, i ne možemo da odredimo svoj položaj, izbezumljeni nesigurnošću. Vrtimo se između očajanja i želje za smirenjem, i ne znamo šta je naše. Zaustaviti se u jednoj tački, okrenuti se prema jednoj strani, to je ono što treba a što je teško učiniti. Ma kakva odluka, osim one koja će uznemiravati našu savjest bolja je od izgubljenosti kojom nas daruje neriješenost. Ali odluku ne treba požurivati, treba joj samo pomoći da se rodi, kad joj dođe vreme.
Ne mogu da kažem: budi mi prijatelj. Ali mogu da kažem biću ti prijatelj.
Kažem: bol, a ne osjećam ga. Kažem namirivanje, a ne ostvarujem ga. Ljudi su postali moji teški dužnici, a ništa od njih ne tražim.
Vežući se za jedno mjesto, čovjek prihvata sve uslove, čak i nepovoljne, i sam sebe plaši neizvjesnošću koja ga čeka . Promjena mu liči na napuštanje, na gubitak uloženog, neko drugi će zaposjesti njegov osvojeni prostor, i on će počinjati iznova. Ukopavanje je pravi početak starenja, jer je čovjek mlad sve dok se ne boji da započinje. Ostajući, čovjek trpi ili napada. Odlazeći, čuva slobodu, spreman je da promijeni mjest i nametnute uslove. Kuda i kako da ode?
Zar dobro djelo treba da postane navika? Ono se dešava kao ljubav. I kad se desi, treba ga sakriti da bi ostalo naše.
Čuvaj se mržnje, da ne pogriješiš prema sebi i prema ljudima. Čuvaj se žalosti, da ne pogriješiš prema Bogu.
Prijateljstvo se ne bira, rekao je, ono biva ko zna zbog čega, kao ljubav.
S jedne strane sam crn, s druge bijel. To sam ja, podijeljen a čitav . Nisu se miješale ljubav i mržnja, nisu smetale jedna drugoj, nisu mogle da ubiju jedna drugu. Bile su mi neophodne obadvije.
Neki su gluhi za tuđe riječi, oni su nesreća i sebi i drugima.
Svi tako misle: greška. A greške nema, postoji samo ono što ne znamo.
Ne podnosim taj tvoj strah, on je put do izdaje.
Ništa ne treba čekati, svemu treba ići u susret, Ako čovjek nije glup ni kukavica, nije ni bespomoćan.
Za mene više ništa ne može biti opasno. Ili ako hoćeš, sve je opasno. Smrt čuči za vratima, čeka. Dok nešto činim, ne mislim na nju, ne tiče me se. Živim.
Ljubav je sebična.
Čovjek je proklet, i žali za svim putevima kojima nije prošao.
Znam to, a zaludo, izgleda daleko sve što treba da se desi, i sasvim nestvarno. Duboko u sebi vjerujem da se neće ni desiti. Znam da hoće, ali se nešto u meni smješka, opire, odbija. Desiće se, ali je nemoguće. Ono što znam nije dovoljno. Još je suviše života u mome srcu, i ne pristajem da shvatim. Možda i zato ovo pišem: nisam klonuo, otklanjam smrt.
Potapa me strah, kao voda.
Živi ništa ne znaju. Poučite me, mrtvi, kako se može umrijeti bez straha, ili bar bez užasa. Jer, smrt je besmisao, kao i život.
Derviš i smrt-Meša Selimović
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