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Idi na vrh. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.
Pokusacu da se sakrijem ili pobegnem. Rastu zidovi njene tamnice, kao u strasnom snu. Lepa maska se promenila, ali, kao i uvek, jednistvena je. Cemu moji talismani: bavljenje knjizevnoscu, nepouzdana erudicija, ucenje reci koje je koristio ostri sever da opeva svoja mora i svoje maceve, vedrina prijateljstva, galerije Biblioteke, obicne stvari, navike, mlada ljubav moje majke, ratnicke seni predaka, bezvremena noc, ukus sna? Biti sa tobom ili ne biti sa tobom je mera moga vremena.
Vec se vrc razbija na izvoru, vec covek ustaje na cvrkut ptice, potamneli su oni koji gledaju sa prozora, ali tama nije donela spokoj. To je, vec znam, ljubav: nemir i olaksanje kad cujem tvoj glas, cekanje i secanje, uzas zivljenja u buducnosti. To je ljubav sa svojim mitologijama, sa svojim nepotrebnim malim vradjbinama.
Ima jedan ulicni ugao kojim se ne usudujem da prodem. Vojske me vec opkoljavaju, horde. Ova soba je nestvarna; ona je nije videla. Ime jedne zene me odaje.
Boli me jedna zena svuda po telu. For every storm a rainbow, for every tear a smile, for every care a promise and a blessing in each trial. For every problem life sends, a faithful friend to share, for every sigh a sweet song and an answer for each prayer. Do not say 'I love her for her smile--her look--her way Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'-- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so.
Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,-- A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Legt sich dir auf die Brust, wie ein Stein, sinkt hinein, zu dem deinen hinein. Dort erst, dort erst kommt es zur Ruh, liegt am Grund seines ewigen Du. Come, as a Sultan may caress a slave And then forget for ever, utterly.
And all my life, for I shall not forget, Will keep the fragrance of that perfect hour! Would you leave because you are hungry? Would you leave because you need something to wear?
I have a chestful of fine linen! Would you leave because you wish something to drink? Here, take my breasts! They are full to overflowing, and all for you! Glorious is the day of our embracings; I treasure it a hundred thousand millions!
Your love has gone all through my body like honey in water, as a drug is mixed into spices, as water is mingled with wine. Oh that you would speed to see your sister like a charger on the battlefield, like a bull to his pasture! For the heavens are sending us love like a flame spreading through straw and desire like the swoop of the falcon!
To one and only Thank you my dear. It's me Rerum tanta novitas in sollemni Vere et Veris auctoritas iubet nos gaudere; vias praebet solitas; et in tuo Vere fides est et probitas tuum retinere. Ama me fideliter! Quisquis amat taliter, volvitur in rota. That's why I take good care of myself Watch out where I'm going and Fear that any drop of rain Might kill me. I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me, They surged about me singing of the south - I turned my head away to keep still holy Your kiss upon my mouth.
And swift sweet rains of shining April weather Found not my lips where living kisses are; I bowed my head lead lest they put out my glory As rain puts out a star. I am my love's and he is mine forever, Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore - Think you that I could let a beggar enter Where a king stood before? A wonderful Message by George Carlin: The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete. Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
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His best-known books, Ficciones Fictions and El Aleph The Aleph , published in the s, are compilations of short stories interconnected by common themes, including dreams, labyrinths, philosophy, libraries, mirrors, fictional writers, and mythology. The family travelled widely in Europe, including Spain. On his return to Argentina in , Borges began publishing his poems and essays in surrealist literary journals. He also worked as a librarian and public lecturer.
Grasp the Rainbow
Jorge Luis Borges