When you're tired...
(author unknown)
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Nu exista oameni rai, ci doar nefericiti...
— Dar tu îi cunoşti cumva, urmă Pilat, cu ochii ţintă la Yeshua, pe Dismas, Hestas şi pe Baraba?
— Nu-i cunosc pe aceşti oameni buni, răspunse arestatul.
— Spui adevărul?
— Adevărul.
— Şi acum, răspunde, pentru ce tot zici „oameni buni"? Le spui tuturor aşa?
— Tuturor, încuviinţă arestatul, oameni răi nu sînt pe lume.
— Pentru prima oară aud una ca asta, zîmbi ironic Pilat. Dar poate că nu cunosc destul viaţa!... Nu e nevoie să notezi mai departe, se întoarse el spre secretar, deşi acesta nu mai nota nimic, şi urmă, adresîndu-se din nou arestatului: Ai citit despre asta în vreo carte elinească?
— Nu, cu mintea mea am ajuns să cuget astfel.
— Şi propovăduieşti lucrul ăsta?
— Da.
— Şi centurionul Marcus, de pildă, poreclit Moartea-Şobolanilor, cum e după părerea ta, bun?
— Da, răspunse arestatul, e bun; însă, ce-i drept, e un nefericit.
("Maestrul si Margareta" - Mihail Bulgakov)
— Nu-i cunosc pe aceşti oameni buni, răspunse arestatul.
— Spui adevărul?
— Adevărul.
— Şi acum, răspunde, pentru ce tot zici „oameni buni"? Le spui tuturor aşa?
— Tuturor, încuviinţă arestatul, oameni răi nu sînt pe lume.
— Pentru prima oară aud una ca asta, zîmbi ironic Pilat. Dar poate că nu cunosc destul viaţa!... Nu e nevoie să notezi mai departe, se întoarse el spre secretar, deşi acesta nu mai nota nimic, şi urmă, adresîndu-se din nou arestatului: Ai citit despre asta în vreo carte elinească?
— Nu, cu mintea mea am ajuns să cuget astfel.
— Şi propovăduieşti lucrul ăsta?
— Da.
— Şi centurionul Marcus, de pildă, poreclit Moartea-Şobolanilor, cum e după părerea ta, bun?
— Da, răspunse arestatul, e bun; însă, ce-i drept, e un nefericit.
("Maestrul si Margareta" - Mihail Bulgakov)
Sunday, December 30, 2012
I am lost
I've gone to look for myself.
If I should return before I get back , please ask me to wait.
(author unknown)
If I should return before I get back , please ask me to wait.
(author unknown)
Sometimes, you find yourself
In the middle of nowhere.
And sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself...
(author unknown)
And sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself...
(author unknown)
Friday, December 28, 2012
Remember that everyone you meet
Is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something.
- H. Jackson Brown Jr.
- H. Jackson Brown Jr.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
I am one of the searchers
There are, I believe, millions of us.
We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content.
We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand.
We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty.
We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well.
Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter.
To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide.
Most of all we love and want to be loved.
We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give.
We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
~James Kavanaugh
We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content.
We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand.
We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty.
We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well.
Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter.
To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide.
Most of all we love and want to be loved.
We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give.
We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
~James Kavanaugh
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