hurtlocker
Valoris scriptorum
don camillo
Libri që keni në duar?
- Thread starter Vals
- Data e fillimit
Sa shume lexon.Miti i Sizifit- Albert Kamy.
(Meqë ma kishte shkruajtur Al Punk.)
dhe
Lehtësia e papërballueshme e qënies- Milan Kundera.
Ndaj ke shpirtin kaq te bukur ti.
Duhet te ndihet me fat ai personi qe do kete aftesin te pushtoj zemren tende Liora
Sa shume lexon.
Ndaj ke shpirtin kaq te bukur ti.
Duhet te ndihet me fat ai personi qe do kete aftesin te pushtoj zemren tende Liora
Ahahaha oh faleminderit për fjalet e tua , i vlerësoj shumë.
Eh , mbaruan pushimet tanimë Balahk , duhet ti rikthemi preokupimeve të përditshme.
Almaa'95
Papirus rex
Historia e nje vajze te vogel, e perbuzur nga e jema dhe shoqeria por me nje dhunti Magjike, zerin. Vendosmeria e saj per t'iu perkushtuar vetem kendimit, sfidat profesionale dhe personale, si dhe vdekja e trishtueshme ne fund, e bejne librin te parezistueshem.
E te mendosh qe kjo seshte as me pak as me shume se biografia e nje nga kengetareve me lirike te shek XX. Maria Callas.
Teper krenare, Teper e brishte.
gurax
Pan ignoramus
The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all of the acts carried out - on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air nor wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon. Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, “Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?”
The moon did not answer.
“Do you have any friends?” she asked.
The moon did not answer.
“Don’t you get tired of always playing it cool?”
The moon did not answer.
-- Murakami, "1Q84"
The moon did not answer.
“Do you have any friends?” she asked.
The moon did not answer.
“Don’t you get tired of always playing it cool?”
The moon did not answer.
-- Murakami, "1Q84"
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gurax
Pan ignoramus
“Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a comb losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations. Your physical strength, your hopes, your dreams, your ideals, your convictions, all meaning, or, then again, the people you love: one by one, they fade away. Some announce their departure before they leave, while others just disappear all of a sudden without warning one day. And once you lose them you can never get them back. Your search for replacement never goes well. It’s all very painful- as painful as actually being cut with a knife.”
-- Murakami, "1Q84"
-- Murakami, "1Q84"
gurax
Pan ignoramus
“How’s Bun?” she asked.
“She’s fine,” he answered. Bun was the female German shepherd that lived in his house, a good-nature dog, and smart, despite a few odd habits.
“Is she still eating her spinach?” she asked.
“As much as ever. And with the price of spinach as high as it’s been, that’s no small expense!”
“I’ve never seen a German shepherd that liked spinach before.”
“She doesn’t know she’s a dog.”
“What does she think she is?”
“Well, she seems to think she’s a special being that transcends classification.”
“Superdog?”
“Maybe so.”
“Which is why she likes spinach?”
“No, that’s another matter. She just likes spinach. Has since she was a pup.”
“But maybe that’s where she gets these dangerous thoughts of hers.”
“Maybe so.”
-- Murakami, "1Q84"
“She’s fine,” he answered. Bun was the female German shepherd that lived in his house, a good-nature dog, and smart, despite a few odd habits.
“Is she still eating her spinach?” she asked.
“As much as ever. And with the price of spinach as high as it’s been, that’s no small expense!”
“I’ve never seen a German shepherd that liked spinach before.”
“She doesn’t know she’s a dog.”
“What does she think she is?”
“Well, she seems to think she’s a special being that transcends classification.”
“Superdog?”
“Maybe so.”
“Which is why she likes spinach?”
“No, that’s another matter. She just likes spinach. Has since she was a pup.”
“But maybe that’s where she gets these dangerous thoughts of hers.”
“Maybe so.”
-- Murakami, "1Q84"