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“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you an automobile.”
― Billy Sunday, "Billy" Sunday, the man and his message: with his own words which have won thousands for Christ

“Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn't love you anymore.”
― Lady Gaga

“You think I'm cute?" He said thinkly, pulling on her hand.
She was glad he couldn't see her face. "I think you're..."
Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

“I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.”
― Groucho Marx

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Nekima se čini da su moje pesme sve iste ...
Shvatam ih potpuno...
Meni su, na primer, one Ajnštajnove formule sve iste....
Nismo svi svemu dorasli ...”
― Đorđe Balašević, Dodir svile

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master...”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“Any fool can know. The point is to understand.”
― Albert Einstein

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

“Great men are not born great, they grow great . . .”
― Mario Puzo, The Godfather

“I'll make him an offer he can't refuse.”
― Mario Puzo, The Godfather

“Mama je u pravu kad kaže da su muškarci kao klatno. Što ih jače guraš, to se brže vraćaju.”
― Maša Rebić

“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”
― Uma Thurman

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

“I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

“A kiss on the beach when there is a full moon is the closest thing to heaven.”
― H. Jackson Brown Jr.

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“Faith is revelation. And in order to receive revelation you have to be open. Belief is about closing yourself off -- a lie you tell yourself to make the world fit in with how you've decided it should be. Real faith is an action - a verb. It's truth unfolding.”
― Nafisa Haji, The Sweetness of Tears

“Cula su naelektrisala vrhove prstiju kojim sam joj doticao kozu i pratio besprekornu liniju glatkih ramena, tragajuci uzalud za malom, najmanjom greskom. Mirisala je na Indiju, na breskvu, na izvor, biseri su virili iz tek odskrinute skoljke njenih usana, osetio sam u bradi laki drhtaj, jeku jedne davne groznice za koju sam mislio da umire kad te obuzme i da se vise ne moze vratiti ako je jednom prebolis.
Da, zeleo sam je, jako sam je zeleo...
Dodirnuo sam joj mali prst na nozi, bezuspesno pokusao da nadlanicom uklonim beleg iz detinjstva sa njenog levog kolena, udubio se u cudni raspored sicusnih mladeza na tilu vitkih ledja...I trgao se.Uplasen...Koliko to na njoj ima tajnih mesta koja bih zeleo da poljubim? Ali ne sad. Jednom. Mozda...
Ja sam momak staromodan. Prevazidjen. Po mojoj religiji, moja zelja je samo pola zelje...
Lepo sanjaj, mali misu nabareni. Ko zna da li ces mi ikad vise biti tako blizu? Mozda cu se kajati, mozda cu morati da se napijem svaki put kad se setim ove noci...Neka...
Ako ikad budemo spavali zajedno, to ce biti onako kako sam zamislio. I kako Bog zapoveda. I niko nece spavati za vreme tog spavanja...
Laku noc, njene pospane oci...
”
― Đorđe Balašević, Tri posleratna druga

“Ja uopšte mislim da najčudniji ljudi izgledaju vrlo konvencionalno, vrlo
standardno. Jer čovek koji je zaista čudan iznutra, onaj koji je u dubokom
nesporazumu sa svetom koji ga ne prihvata i ne shvata, ne oseća nikakvu
potrebu da se ukrašava spolja, da privlači ičiju pažnju. Naprotiv! On želi
da se sakrije. Ima li čudnijeg ljudskog stvorenja od Kafke, na primer, a on
je gotovo čitavog života radio u jednom osiguravajućem društvu u Pragu,
ne razlikujući se spolja od ostalih činovnika.”
― Momo Kapor, Una

“Svakoga dana pronalazio bi po koju zaboravljenu Uninu stvarčicu, iz koje bi ga nasmešeno gledale njene srneće oči. Kada je jedanput istresao madrac, pronašao je tri ukosnice, napukli češalj sa srebrnim zvezdama, četvrt čokolade punjene kokosom i do pola popušenu kutiju "Marlboroa". U kupatilu je otkrio ljubičasti ruž za usne i vatu. Fetišista! Je li to sve što ostaje posle ljubavi? I šta, uopšte, ostaje posle nje? Telefonski broj koji lagano bledi u pamćenju? Čaše sa ugraviranim monogramima ukradene u "Esplanadi". Posle ljubavi ostaje običaj da se belo vino sipa u te dve čaše, i da crte budu na istoj visini. Posle ljubavi ostaje jedan sto u kafani kod znaka "?" i začuđeni pogled starog kelnera što nas vidi sa drugima. Posle ljubavi ostaje rečenica: "Divno izgledaš, nisi se ništa promenila..." I: "Javi se ponekad, još imaš moj broj telefona." I neki brojevi hotelskih soba u kojima smo spavali ostaju posle ljubavi. Posle ljubavi ostaju tamne ulice kojima smo se vraćali posle ljubavi. Ostaju tajni znaci, ljubavne šifre: "Ako me voliš, započni sutrašnje predavanje sa tri reči koje će imati početna slova mog imena..." Ušao je u amfiteatar i kazao: "U našoj avangardi..." Poslala mu je poljubac. Posle ljubavi ostaje tvoja strana postelje i strah da će neko iznenada naići. Klak - spuštena slušalica kada se javi tuđi glas. Hiljadu i jedna laž. Posle ljubavi ostaje rečenica koja luta kao duh po sobi: "Ja ću prva u kupatilo!" - i pitanje: "Zar nećemo zajedno?" Ovaj put, ne. Posle ljubavi ostaju saučesnici: čuvari tajni koje više nisu nikakve tajne. Posle ljubavi ostaje laka uznemirenost kad u prolazu udahnem "Cabochard" na nekoj nepoznatoj, crnomanjastoj devojci. Prepune pepeljare i prazno srce. Navika da se pale dve cigarete, istovremeno, mada nema nikog u blizini. Fotografije snimljene u automatu, taksisti koji nas nikada nisu voleli ( "Hvala što ne pušite!" - a pušili smo), i cvećarke koje jesu. Posle ljubavi ostaje povređena sujeta. Metalni ukus promašenosti na usnama. Posle ljubavi ostaju drugi ljudi i druge žene. Posle ljubavi, ne ostaje ništa. Sranje...”
― Momo Kapor, Una

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald