“Сложно е да се обичаме, да се смятаме за прекрасни. Сложно е. Изисква много енергия да харесваме себе си. Да се докосваме. Повече отколкото да докосваме другите. Трудно е да се преглътнем такива каквито сме и да застанем срещу мръсните си душички. Да им знаем всички тайни мисли, всички топли вълни под завивките, всички еретични видения. Гледаме се в огледалото и виждаме очи, нос, устни – уж онези, от детството, а всъщност други. Вече убивали, разкъсвали, с тук-таме кръвчица между зъбите. Животни и чудовища седят пред огледалата ни. Гримирани, избръснати…Изроди с биографии на професионални убийци. Брилянтни лъжци. Усъвършенствани еротомани. Хора с вулкани в сърцата. Цели светове, вселени. Непораснали великани с разбити сърца, оголени души. Обелени. Чувствителни като открити нерви. Чудовища със стотици условни присъди и само няколко ефективни. Недоизлежани. Доживотни. Затворници в очите ни. Забравени, завинаги, жестоки. Какво се крие в огледалото? Под театралната усмивка и червилото, под автършейва и наболата брада. С кого се разминаваме по улиците? Със шлифери и якета, с парфюми и погледи? Не. Живеем в джунгла от десетки видове. Само хищници. Храним се един с друг, за да оцелеем. И е толкова сложно да се обичаш. С кръв между зъбите. С месо под ноктите. С гердан от зъби. Човешки. И жертви няма. Всички убиваме и изяждаме. Остава само да се научим да се обичаме и да свършваме.”—http://annainyourbox.blogspot.com/search/label/Schizophonic
“Cripple him, and you have a Sir Walter Scott. Lock him in a prison cell, and you have a John Bunyan. Bury him in the snows of Valley Forge, and you have a George Washington. Raise him in abject poverty and you have an Abraham Lincoln. Srike him down with infantile paralysis, and he becomes Franklin Roosevelt. Burn him so severely that the doctors say he’ll never walk again, and you have a Glenn Cunningham — who set the world’s one mile record in 1934. Deafen him and you have a Ludwig van Beethoven. Have him or her born black in a society filled with racial discrimination, and you have a Booker T. Washington, a Marian Anderson, a George Washington Carver. Call him a slow learner, “retarded,” and write him off as uneducable, and you have an Albert Einstein. As one man summed it up: Life is about 20% in what happens to us and 80% in the way we respond to the events. - Ted Engstrom”—http://www.comp-unltd.com/~randolfi/StressQuotes.html
If you can slow down when all around you are speeding up, then you’re one of us. Be proud that you are one of us and not one of them. For they are fast, and we are slow. There are those that would urge us to speed. We resist!
We shall not flag or fail. We shall slow down in the office, and on the roads. We shall slow down with growing confidence when all those around us are in a shrill state of hyperactivity (signifying nothing). We shall defend our state of calm, whatever the cost may be. We shall slow down in the fields and in the streets, we shall slow down in the hills, we shall never surrender!
Why? Because if a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing slowly. Some are born to slowness—others have it thrust upon them. And still others know that lying in bed with a morning cup of tea is the supreme state for mankind.
The more Venus and Mars have equal rights and similar jobs, the more their personalities seem to diverge.
If he and Dr. Schmitt are right, then men and women shouldn’t expect to understand each other much better anytime soon. Things could get confusing if the personality gap widens further as the sexes become equal. But then, maybe it was that allure of the mysterious other that kept Mars and Venus together so long on the savanna.
These days I have no time to read novels,poems… I feel the physical need to open a book with the desire to read it from cover to cover..but for the first time I am trying to force myself to concentrate on the things I have to do -there is so much academic stuff to cover that if I take some books for the free time (which actually does not really exist) I will just explode. However, I found another way to satisfy my need of fiction in my life;) this blog - Just a reader- post quotations from books that the blog owner is currently reding. It is some kind of quotation diary - it is exactly what I have always wanted to do but never found the time.
So, when I need some fiction in my daily routine, I will click on this site and read some of the quotations there. Of course, maybe each of us would choose different quotations from the same book, but I hope to find some that I really like!
Which are your simple pleasures? Isn’t it at the end that these are the things we miss most?
I miss having coffee in the morning with my girls, drinking tea with them,having our ladies nights! I miss going to school with Irinka. Reading an interesting novel feeling no guilt when I actually have tons of studying:)
Life is short! Lets fill it in with simple pleasures!
This is one of the best sites ever! It compiles so much information about books, articles,etc. It provides the links to famous magazines, newspapers… Arts & Letters daily was recommended to me four years ago from the person who helped me learn english for such a short time. He was the professor who was teaching me English in Plovdiv. He said that this site is all you have to read to become proficient in the English language. Check it out and let me know what you think!
I really hate this idea! I love books so much and cannot believe that people will simply cut the books to turn them into art. I personally took a photo of a similar thing, although not to such an extreme,because these books can still be used- the photo was taken in the Open Society Archives (2008),but I will upload it in a seperate post.
Three passions have governed my life: The longings for love, the search for knowledge, And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].
Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness. In the union of love I have seen In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of [people]. I have wished to know why the stars shine.
Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens, But always pity brought me back to earth; Cries of pain reverberated in my heart Of children in famine, of victims tortured And of old people left helpless. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, And I too suffer.
These days I am thinking a lot about my MA Thesis. I was considering many topics that interest me- emotion,postmodernism,religion,etc,sociology of knowledge, sociology of literature. I think that I finally found something I would like to work on, but what it is you will find a little bit later. I need some time to make sure that I am convinced that this is the topic I would like to spend developing for the next 9-10 months!
I am simply amazed at what I discovered!:) Basically,we could “attend” introductory courses at Yale in different subjects by simply pressing this link! I found the idea of open and accessible knowledge for everybody as admirable!