Quote of the day!

Darien

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All restraints upon man's natural liberty, not necessary for the simple maintenance of justice, are of the nature of slavery, and differ from each other only in degree.
- Lysander Spooner, lawyer (1808-1887)

It's impossible to be loyal to your family, your friends, your country, and your principles, all at the same time.
- Mignon McLaughlin, author (1915-)
 

Alanis

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Mekatet behen ne erresire... Fajin nuk e kane ata qe bejne mekate po ai qe shpiku erresiren! :book:
 

D-J

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Ken Clarke eshte kandidat per lidership te konservatoreve ne UK. Kur e pyeten dje se pse njerezit e pelqejne ate te behet lider apo kryeminister ai thote:

"I am very laid back. I am almost too laid back. I am like an Hamlet advert. when the world collapses around me and I am accused of hineous crimes I light up a cigar and relax."

haha
 

eniad

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<font color="brown"> "When the end draws near, there no longer remain any remembered images; only words remain. It is not strange that time should have confused the words that once represented me with those that were symbols of the fate of he who accompanied me for so many centuries. I have been Homer; shortly, I shall be On One, like Ulysses; shortly, I shall be all men; I shall be dead."

(from 'The Immortal', Jorge Luis Borges)
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rosen

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That is not dead
which can eternal lie
Yet with strange aeons
even death may die

H.P. Lovecraft
 

alinos

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Thene nga Celentano dje tek RokPolitik

Ate e kam thene para 40 vjetesh, kur ende nuk isha injorant /pf/images/graemlins/thumbsup.gif
 

Hey Joe

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Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion???.
 

gurax

Pan ignoramus
The Universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.

Many would happily move to somewhere rather smaller of their own devising, and this is what most beings in fact do.

For instance, in one corner of the Eastern Galactic Arm lies the large forest planet Oglaroon, the entire 'intelligent' population of which lives permanently in one fairly small and crowded nut tree. In which tree they are born, live, fall in love, carve tiny speculative articles in the bark on the meaning of life, the futility of death and the importance of birth control, fight a few extremely minor wars, and eventually die strapped to the underside of some of the less accessible outer branches.

In fact the only Oglaroonians who ever leave their tree are those who are hurled out of it for the heinous crime of wondering whether any of the other trees might be capable of supporting life at all, or indeed whether the other trees are anything other than illusions brought on by eating too many Oglanuts.


-- Adams, "The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe" (sequel book of "THHGTTG" )
 

Aki

Paint It Black
The Universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.

Many would happily move to somewhere rather smaller of their own devising, and this is what most beings in fact do.

For instance, in one corner of the Eastern Galactic Arm lies the large forest planet Oglaroon, the entire 'intelligent' population of which lives permanently in one fairly small and crowded nut tree. In which tree they are born, live, fall in love, carve tiny speculative articles in the bark on the meaning of life, the futility of death and the importance of birth control, fight a few extremely minor wars, and eventually die strapped to the underside of some of the less accessible outer branches.

In fact the only Oglaroonians who ever leave their tree are those who are hurled out of it for the heinous crime of wondering whether any of the other trees might be capable of supporting life at all, or indeed whether the other trees are anything other than illusions brought on by eating too many Oglanuts.


-- Adams, "The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe" (sequel book of "THHGTTG" )
Ma kujtove fundin e filmit kur nisen per te restorani At the end of the universe dhe Marvin thote, its on the other end hahah
 

gurax

Pan ignoramus
@hermetica, ku mund te jete? Heren e fundit e pashe tek lendina prapa shtepise...

“House”


Sometimes I think it’s like I live in a big giant head on a hilltop
made of papier mache, a big giant head of my own head.
I polish the eyes which would be windows, or
mow the lawn, I mean this is my house we’re talking about here
even if it is a big giant papier mache head that looks just like mine.
And people who go past
in cars or buses or see the house the head on the hill from trains
they think the house is me.
I’ll be sleeping there, or polishing the eyes, or weeding the lawn,
but no-one will see me, no-one would look.
And no-one would ever come. And if I waved no-one even knows it was me waving.
They’d all be looking in the wrong place, at the head on the hill.

I can see your house from here.

-- Neil Gaiman
 

Hope

dans ton coeur
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.

Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.

- Ernest Hemingway
 

Solaris

Suadade...
Anëtar i Shtabit
We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me that you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.
― Franz Kafka



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