- milorad bibić: kako si? ksenija prohaska: ako spustiš malo standarde, dobro sam. dobro sam.
- "often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, i give up. i am polite. i nod. i pretend to understand because i don’t want anybody to be hurt. that is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. trying to be kind to others i often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta." charles bukowski
- "i am the most tired woman in the world. i am tired when i get up. life requires an effort i cannot make. please give me that heavy book. i need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. i have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. otherwise i feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness." anaïs nin
- "i’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. i feel as if i’ve come to a place i never thought i’d have to come to. and i don’t know how i got here. it’s a strange place. it’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation." raymond carver
- "i crave the stain of tears, the aftermark of almost too much love, the sweet of bitter bark and burning clove." robert frost
- "i like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. this is the night, what it does to you. i had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." jack kerouac
- "look at the sky: that is for you. look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. and the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. there are as much for you as they are for other people. remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing." miranda july
- "looking back, i stopped writing in my notebook when i stopped wanting to know myself anymore. if you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. but you can’t get away from yourself. you can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. you can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head." jay asher
- "i prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show." andrew wyeth
- "sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, i’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way." charles bukowski
- "how could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? how can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?" milan kundera
- "i like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. then i can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, i can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done." dave eggers
- "but when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that i couldn’t do it. it was as if what i wanted to kill wasn’t in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get." sylvia plath
- "dok te je brod odnosio osjetio sam, govorim, strašnu slobodu. koja mi se nije osjećala. imao sam cijele galaksije riječi s kojima nisam htio ništa." ivica prtenjača
- "how does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?" cormac mccarthy
- "mozart, pascal, boolean algebra, shakespeare, parliamentary government, baroque churches, newton, the emancipation of women, kant, balanchine ballets, et al. don’t redeem what this particular civilization has wrought upon the world. the white race is the cancer of human history." susan sontag
- "sorrow comes in great waves — no one can know that better than you — but it rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us it leaves us on the spot and we know that if it is strong we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain." henry james
- somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond e.e.cummings.
- "but granted the consciousness that even between the closest people there persist infinite distances, a wonderful living side by side can arise for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them…" rainer maria rilke
- anyway richard siken
jan 26 2012 ∞
apr 18 2012 +