Milica > Milica's Quotes

“My spirit. This is a new thought. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I'm a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It's not as if I'm never friendly. Okay, maybe I don't go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“I'm more than just a piece in their Games.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Sve što je materijalno biva i prođe. Ono neprolazno je bogatstvo duha, znanje i jezik svakog naroda, ta neugasla istina o večnom trajanju i onda kada vas ne bude više.”
― Dositej Obradović, Život i priključenija: Prvi deo

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“There is a room in the Department of Mysteries, that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.”
― J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“She said we all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don't to make it all bearable.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives

“One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last [one].”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives

“- I don't want to be a writer so I can write about my life. I want to be a writer to escape from it.

+ Then you shouldn't be a writer.”
― Candace Bushnell, The Carrie Diaries

“You can get used to anything, I guess, if you've been there enough.”
― Candace Bushnell, The Carrie Diaries

“Naše žizni proljeće je kratko,
Znojno ljeto za njime sljeduje,
Smutna jesen i ledena zima; Dan za danom vjenčaje se tokom,
Svaki našom ponaosob mukom.
Nema dana koji mi želimo,
Nit blaženstva za kojim čeznemo;
Ko će vjetar ludi zauzdati
Ko l' pučini zabranit kipjeti
Ko l' granicu želji naznačiti?



S točke svake pogledaj čovjeka,
Kako hoćeš sudi o čovjeku —
Tajna čojku čovjek je najviša!
Tvar je Tvorca čovjek izabrana:
Ako istok sunce sv'jetlo rađa,
Ako biće vri u luče sjajne,
Ako zemlja priviđenje nije,
Duša ljudska jeste besamrtna;
Mi smo iskra u smrtnu prašinu,
Mi smo luča tamom obuzeta.”
― Petar II Petrović Njegoš, Luča mikrokozma

“... one may live in a big house and yet have no comfort.”
― Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles

“Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Vreme prevodi epohu u legendu. Ružnu ili lepu, svejedno. Pričam vam kako je bilo, a opet ne govorim vam šta bi trebalo reći. Reči se, čim spadnu s mojih usana, rasipaju, krive. Ne stare samo ljudi, znate. Stare i reči. Rađaju se iznova, oblikom izmenjene, ali smućkane s novim podznačenjima, drugačije težine i promenjenog molekularnog sastava. Ma šta danas značila reč "partizan", recimo, ona je četrdeset pete značila nešto sasvim drugo. Koliko se samo samoobožavanja, mržnje, laži, priča, uspomena, filmova, memoara slilo u tu reč za pedeset godina.”
― Slobodan Selenić, Premeditated Murder

“No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women

“[A]nd both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday and eternal reality was love.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Mad people = People who stand alone and burn.
I'm attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.”
― Susan Sontag

“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Whoever reaches into a rosebush may seize a handful of flowers; but no matter how many one holds, it's only a small portion of the whole. Nevertheless, a handful is enough to experience the nature of the flowers. Only if we refuse to reach into the bush, because we can't possibly seize all the flowers at once, or if we spread out our handful of roses as if it were the whole of the bush itself -- only then does it bloom apart from us, unknown to us, and we are left alone.”
― Lou Andreas-Salomé

“A good book is an event in my life.”
― Stendhal, The Red and the Black

“There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“His presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“in his mind, nothing could be more delightful than to live in solitude, and enjoy the spectacle of nature, and sometimes read some book or other.”
― Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

“Even a stone has its uses, and man who is the most intelligent of all creatures must be of some use, hasn't he?”
― Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

“And now I awaken, for I am both yours and mine.”
― Novalis, Hymns to the Night

“In all the universe nothing remains permanent and unchanged but the spirit.”
― Anton Chekhov, The Seagull

“..when one has no real life, one lives by mirages. It's still better than nothing.”
― Anton Chekhov, Uncle Vanya