Vesna

“The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.”
― W.H. Auden, Collected Shorter Poems, 1927-1957

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
― George Eliot

“Баба ме учеше да плетам со розов конец од расплетен елек што го имав надраснато. Тоа мора да беа самите почетоци на рециклирањето.”
― Јулијана Величковска, Годишни времиња