Mudraci su ludaci u sluzbi Bogu to jest Ljudima jos vise Ludima

Ljudi su tako licemerni, uvek im je potrebno sve vise za srecu, a ne shvataju da im je zdravlje jedino i potrebno za citav zivot.

Možda to i jeste prava, velika i potpuna ljudska nesreća, kad je čovek nem od gađenja i ukočen od stida zbog onoga što drugi s njim čine, tako da ne ume in e može da brani svoje pravo, nego mora, pored toga što je žrtva, da uzme na sebe i izgled krivca.

Ivo Andrić

I'll get a life when it is proven and substantiated to be better than i am curentlu expiriancing. [at least for now]

Ko ume da se raduje,ima čemu da se raduje.
Radost je privilegija onih koji skromno misle o sebi a lepo o životu.
                                                           Dušan Radović

Nekada samo dobro podnosim zivot.
                          Sonja Atanasijevic

Koliko malo decijih snova ostvari odrastao covek.

Prijatna iskustva cine nas zivot ugodnim, bolna iskustva cine da se on razvija. Patnja nam ukazuje na nase bolne tacke, gde moramo jos da rastemo.      Antoni de Melo

Covek se odredjuje kako po svojim pretvaranjima, tako i po svojim iskrenim zanosima.      A. Kami

covijek je progonjen velicinom vjecnosti.
i tako pitamo sebe....
hoce li nasa dijela odijekivati vijekovima?
hoce li stranci cuti nasa imena
dugo potom mi nestanemo
i pitati ko smo bili?
koliko smo se hrabro borili,
koliko smo snazno voljeli?

                       film "troja"

Kad ti trojica kazu da si pijan lezi i valjaj se.(moj deda)
               


Verujem u Boga ali ne verujem u crkvu.

Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.