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[SepulTeraHead]

Ами не го чети тогава...

[scion_of_storm]

Аз прочетох:
"Мъжът тъгува, когато няма храна"

Т'ва честно!

Това като го свържа със снимките, на които все нещо ядеш, някак ме плаши

Искам да кажа, че мразя двата най-популярни цитата от Мечо Пух - 'Колкото повече - толкова повече' и 'Понякога седя и си мисля, а понякога просто си седя'.
Мечо Пух е депресар. И депресира децата. Трябва да го забранят, иначе малките ще почнат да пият успокоителни още на 15! Освен това тия философии негови са ужасно тъпи!

Предстои ми зъболекар, недей така :Д

[Aggressive Perfe...]

THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face,
tho' they come from the ends of the earth!

Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border-side,
And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride:
He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day,
And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away.

Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides:
"Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?"
Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar:
"If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are.

"At dusk he harries the Abazai--at dawn he is into Bonair,
But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare,
So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly,
By the favour of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai.

"But if he be past the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then,
For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal's men.
There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
And ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen."

The Colonel's son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he,
With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell and the head of the gallows-tree.

The Colonel's son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat--
Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat.

He's up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can fly,
Till he was aware of his father's mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai,
Till he was aware of his father's mare with Kamal upon her back,
And when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the pistol crack.

He has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide.
"Ye shoot like a soldier," Kamal said. "Show now if ye can ride."

It's up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dustdevils go,
The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe.

The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above,
But the red mare played with the snaffle-bars, as a maiden plays with a glove.

There was rock to the left and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
And thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho' never a man was seen.

They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn,
The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn.

The dun he fell at a water-course--in a woful heap fell he,
And Kamal has turned the red mare back, and pulled the rider free.

He has knocked the pistol out of his hand--small room was there to strive,
"'Twas only by favour of mine," quoth he, "ye rode so long alive:
There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clump of tree,
But covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked on his knee.

"If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low,
The little jackals that flee so fast were feasting all in a row:
If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have held it high,
The kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly."
Lightly answered the Colonel's son: "Do good to bird and beast,
But count who come for the broken meats before thou makest a feast.

"If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away,
Belike the price of a jackal's meal were more than a thief could pay.

"They will feed their horse on the standing crop, their men on the garnered grain,
The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain.

"But if thou thinkest the price be fair,--thy brethren wait to sup,
The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn,--howl, dog, and call them up!
And if thou thinkest the price be high, in steer and gear and stack,
Give me my father's mare again, and I'll fight my own way back!"

Kamal has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his feet.
"No talk shall be of dogs," said he, "when wolf and gray wolf meet.

"May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath;
What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?"
Lightly answered the Colonel's son: "I hold by the blood of my clan:
Take up the mare for my father's gift--by God, she has carried a man!"
The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled against his breast;
"We be two strong men," said Kamal then, "but she loveth the younger best.

So she shall go with a lifter's dower, my turquoise-studded rein,
My broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups twain."
The Colonel's son a pistol drew and held it muzzle-end,
"Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he;
"will ye take the mate from a friend?"
"A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a limb for the risk of a limb.

"Thy father has sent his son to me, I'll send my son to him!"
With that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a mountain-crest--
He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a lance in rest.

"Now here is thy master," Kamal said, "who leads a troop of the Guides,
And thou must ride at his left side as shield on shoulder rides.
Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed,
Thy life is his--thy fate it is to guard him with thy head.

"So, thou must eat the White Queen's meat, and all her foes are thine,
And thou must harry thy father's hold for the peace of the Border-line,
And thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy way to power--
Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am hanged in Peshawur."

They have looked each other between the eyes, and there they found no fault,
They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on leavened bread and salt:
They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod,
On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Wondrous Names of God.

The Colonel's son he rides the mare and Kamal's boy the dun,
And two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there went forth but one.

And when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full twenty swords flew clear--
There was not a man but carried his feud with the blood of the mountaineer.

"Ha' done! ha' done!" said the Colonel's son.
"Put up the steel at your sides!
Last night ye had struck at a Border thief--
tonight 'tis a man of the Guides!"

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face,
tho' they come from the ends of the earth!

Ръдиард Киплинг...

[selfish_girl]

В живота ще те целят с камъни, но важно е какво градиш с тях - стени или мостове.

[onnellinen]

Лошото на религиите е, че не са оставяли живи читавите пастири. Лошото на днешният масов атеизъм е, че всеки идиот мисли, че става за пастир.

(Днес ми мина през ума и не визирам само християнството.)

[abydos]

Атеизъм, пастири? Нещо не ми се връзва, ако може да поясниш.

[onnellinen]

Християнството е религия, която много обича примерите с овчето стадо и пастира му. Пастирът е водач - в случая водачът е можел да бъде само лице на църквата или владетел - християнството учи на подчинение на управниците - тоест, все едно. Всичко, което не е било в съответствие с църковните догми, колкото и напредничаво да е било, е било преследвано и унищожавано. Следователно напредничавите хора не са имали шанса да просветлят другите, защото всички са били заплашени от църквата.
А днес има много 'напредничави' хора, които само се чудят каква по-шокираща изгъзица да извадят и всички да ги вземат за положителен пример. Начело на разреда стоят тия, които се опитват да изкарат църквата една отвратителна заробваща институция, като изравят дребните противоречия от Библията (примерно), които, колкото и хилядобройни да са, все пак не са от правен кодекс, а остатъци от една вяра, която е сплотила много хора в зверските условия на Римската империя и няма почти нищо общо с последвалите Инквизиция, кръстоносни походи и други такива, освен името и някои най-най-основни формулировки. Ебати, докъде стигнах чак
Във връзка с втория абзац - някой е казал "Не отнемайте на никого идеалите, които го правят щастлив, ако не можете да ги замените с по-добри". Аз засега не виждам нищо по-добро от старото, хеле пък по-добро да е отричане на това старо.
Нещо неизяснено остана ли?

[usmif]

"...всички мъже са изменници, непостоянни, лъжци, бъбривци, лицемери, надменни и подли, чувствени и достойни за презрение; всички жени са коварни, лукави, тщеслави, любопитни и развратни; светът е бездънна яма, където най-безобразни гадини пълзят и се мятат върху планини от кал, но на света има нещо свято и възвишено - това е връзката на две такива несъвършени, такива ужасни същества! В любовта често си мразен, често си нараняван, често си нещастен, но обичаш и когато застанеш пред прага на гроба, можеш да се обърнеш, да погледнеш назад и да кажеш: " Аз често страдах, понякога съм се лъгал, но съм обичал, живял съм аз, а не някакво изкуствено същество, създадено от моето високомерие и от моята скука."

Из "С любовта шега не бива"

[checheguevara]

"Обичам хората,повече от предразсъдаците...но най-много обичам хората без предразсъдаци" Оскар Уайт.

[onnellinen]

^ Това не звучеше ли "обичам хората повече от принципите, но най-много обичам хората без принципи"?
И в двата варианта е много добра мисъл, но не става за житейска философия

[Chimera]

Дано не е пускано преди :Р

В една късна нощ търговец закъсал на пътя със спукана гума, но нямал крик, с който да смени колелото. Единствената му възможност била да отиде до фермата, която подминал два километра по-рано, и да види дали не може да заеме един. Докато вървял в ума му изниквали всякакви възможни идеи за това как би отвърнал фермерът:

"-За какъв дявол ме будиш толкова късно?"

"-Защо да ти давам крика си? Виждам те за пръв път през живота си."

"- Какъв шофьор си, че не си носиш крик?"

"-Ако ти го дам, как да знам, че ще ми го върнеш?"

Докато стигне до фермата търговецът се настроил. Затропал на вратата. Фермерът отворил:

"-Кажи синко. Какъв е проблемът?"

"-Няма значение. Задръж си скапания крик."

[onnellinen]

„Тези, които са лишени от най-разпространените предразсъдъци, притежават други.”
Наполеон Бонапарт

„Когато целта не е ясна, пътят е погрешен.”
Оноре дьо Балзак

„За една жена е по-добре да бъде красива, отколкото умна, защото мъжете по-добре виждат, отколкото мислят.”
Данте Алигиери

[cunt]

...But you don't wear no perfume
That's why I want to spend my life with you
That's why I want to spend my life with you
That's why I want to spend my life with you...

Sparks

[Aglarana]

Ако спечеля, печеля за цял народ — ако загубя, губя само мене си.
Времето е в нас и ние сме във времето.
Дела трябват, а не думи.

Васил Левски

[Crafter]

Много подходящ за горните редове.

[ManOwaRadO]

"Когато противникът започне да греши, не бива по никой начин да му пречим"

Наполеон

[scion_of_storm]

Вярата крепи сърцевината, сърцевината крепи цялостта.

Аз, казаха ми да го патентовам о.О
Може да прозвучи прекалено егоистиш, ама ми харесва и за мен има смисъл.

[Lanfear]

Трима могат да опазят една тайна.
Ако двама от тях са мъртви.
/из Американски богове - Н.Геймън/
Хареса ми - има истина в това твърдение...

[usmif]

Ето това стихче ми пратиха преди малко и много ми хареса:

Нощта не трае никога без край-
а има-щом като го казвам
и щом като го потвърждавам-
в завършека на всяка скръб
един прозорец,
един отворен,осветен прозорец,
и винаги по някоя мечта
те чака будна,
желание и глад,които да задоволиш,
изпълнено със чисти пориви
сърце,
протегната ръка,отворена ръка,
загрижени очи,
един живот живота ти да сподели.

Пол Елюар

[ludspamer]

Вчера като си цъках Кол ъф Дюти 2 по едно време ме утрепаха некви гадни фашаги и ми се появи следния цитат:

War does not determine who is right, only who is left

[abydos]

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey - don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride...” But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus - murdered; Martin Luther King - murdered; Malcolm X - murdered; Gandhi - murdered; John Lennon - murdered; Reagan... wounded. But it doesn't matter because: It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.

Bill Hicks - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX1CvW38cHA

[usmif]

Една ръка не стига - да прегърна
пространството през двете планини,
едно око - във тебе да надзърна,
едно писмо - гласа ти да звъни.
Една искра - да служи за огнище,
една светулка - вред да засияй ...
При нас е тъй : или не дават нищо,
или душите дават си докрай!

[sgoh]

I told this player, "Listen Son, you haven't broken your leg. It's all in the mind."

Bill Shankly

[cunt]

Dewey Cox: Maybe you don't believe in me at all.
Edith: I do believe in you
[pause]
Edith: I just know you're gonna fail.

[Wolfheart]

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

The Shawshank Redemption

[Aggressive Perfe...]

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey - don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride...” But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus - murdered; Martin Luther King - murdered; Malcolm X - murdered; Gandhi - murdered; John Lennon - murdered; Reagan... wounded. But it doesn't matter because: It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.

Bill Hicks - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX1CvW38cHA

Ооо, и на мен ми е любимо това!
Също и: "If you don't believe drugs have done some good things for us, do me a favor - go home, take all your favorite CDs and burn them. 'cause you know what? The musicians that made all that great music that has enhanced your lives throughout the years - reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal fucking high on drugs."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J10w3FuCwfQ...feature=related

Велик!

[Wicked Child]

"Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it."
Raistlin Majere, Dragonalnce

[LordZombie]

Всички жени са курви с изключение на майка ми,но да не забравяме,че и тя е жена
Наполеон

[Night]

By far the worst pain is not to understand why without love or hate my heart's full of pain
Paul Verlaine

[Chimera]

Бог е художник. Един художник прави картините си красиви, не им дава акъл.

_{Аз в момент на спонтанно прозрение :Д}