Če pa trava nad mojo zemljo,
bo premogla kak cvet,
enim tiho kapljo v oko,
drugim dal bo med

Iz pesmi Namesto koga roža cveti, Vlado Kreslin

Naslednji verzi so precej turobni:

Ta dolgčas, ta žalost! - a ni ga, da segel bi v dlan,
ko dušo potrtost spreleta...
Te želje... Kaj želel bi večno in večno zaman?
A leta bežijo - najlepša mi leta!
Ljubiti - a koga? Kdo šel bi za hip se ogret?
A večno ljubiti ne da se...
Če vase pogledaš - za vsem je izginila sled,
pozabil si lepe in žalostne čase...
Strasti? - Slej ko prej bo njih sladko bolest
preudarna beseda pregnala;
življenje, če le si ogleda ga hladna zavest,
je klavrna burka in bedasta šala!
(Mihail J. Lermontov)

ampak vseeno zelo lepi ...

S kom bi srečo delil,
če jo zase obdržim jo čas ukrade.
S kom bi srečo delil,
za vse jo je dovolj in še ostane.

(Folkrola)

Bilo je to u nekoj zemlji seljaka
na brdovitom Balkanu,
umrla je mucenickom smrcu
ceta djaka
u jednom danu.

Iste su godine
svi bili rodjeni
isti su im tekli skolski dani,
na iste svecanosti
zajedno su vodjeni,
od istih bolesti svi pelcovani,
i svi umrli u istom danu.

(Iz pesmi Desanka Maksimović: Krvava bajka)

Žalostna pesem, a vseeno zelo lepa.

Veliko Ljudi Misli, da mislijo, ko pravzaprav zgolj preurejajo svoje misli.
William James

Intuicija je to, kar vemo zagotovo, ne da bi zagotovo vedeli.
Weston Agor

Ne verjemi samo zato, ker je to rekel modrec.
Ne verjemi samo zato, ker to verjamejo vsi.
Ne verjemi samo zato, ker je zapisano.
Ne verjemi samo zato, ker pravijo, da je Božansko.
Ampak verjemi samo to, za kar sam presodiš, da je resnično.

mene se tale zelo dotakne sam je v angleščini..

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

by William Shakespeare (from Hamlet 3/1)

Whenever you feel like criticising anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.

Vsakdo ve, da hoteti in ne delovati, ko je to mogoče, ni hoteti. In da ljubiti in ne delati dobro, ko je to mogoče, ni ljubiti. To je samo misliti hoteti in ljubiti. Je samo neka odtujena misel, ki se raztaplja in izgineva, kajti vse človekovo je v njegovih dejanjih.

Znamenje poguma v današnjem času prilagajanja je sposobnost, da se postavimo za svoja stališča - ne trmoglavo ali kljubovalno (to sta potezi obrambe, ne poguma), niti maščevalno, ampak preprosto zato, ker vanje verjamemo.


vir - citati.