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Niečo o mne

Nesťažujte sa a nehovorte stále o svojich problémoch - 80 percent ľudí to nezaujíma a 20 percent si myslí, že si to zaslúžite. (Mark Twain)

Všetko sa zrýchľuje preto, aby bolo viacej času. A napriek tomu je času čoraz menej. (E. Canetti)


-Sometimes I just wish I could go to sleep till I was 18 and skip all this crap -high school and everything- just skip it.
-You know Marcel Proust? French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he is also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he, uh- he gets down to the end of his life...and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered - those were the best years of his life, because they made him who he was. All the years he was happy? You know, total waste. Did not learn a thing. So if you sleep until you are 18, think of the suffering you are gonna miss. I mean high school? High shool - those are you prime suffering years. You do not get better suffering than that.

(Little Miss Sunsine)

A ak sa nám náhodou náš drahý psík stratí, okamžite sa oňho postarajú v
útulku aj s lekárskou starostlivosťou.
Ak sa však ocitne na ulici človek, nezakopne oňho ani pes.

(M.Lasica: "Radosť vládnuť tomuto národu".)

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
We'd see the day when nobody died

(Nickelback - If Everyone Cared )

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!

(The Byrds - Turn! Turn! Turn!)

Lebo ten, kto príde o radosť,
už nežije a podľa môjho názoru
je vlastne živou mŕtvolou. Keď bude tvoj
dom prekypovať bohatstvom a budeš bývať
vo vladárskej nádhere, no radosť z toho
všetkého ti bude chýbať – ani za tieň dymu
neodkúpim od teba to smutné postavenie.

(Sofokles, Antigona)