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Best quotes

"To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make." ~Truman Capote, McCall's, November 1967

"Ne pisem da bih zadovoljio druge. Pisem da bih zadovoljio sebe." ~Oscar Wilde

"Don't use words too big for the subject. Don't say 'infinitely' when you mean 'very'; otherwise you'll have no word left when you want to talk about something really infinite." ~C. S. Lewis (1898 - 1963)

"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it." ~C. S. Lewis (1898 - 1963)

"Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own." ~Carol Burnett (1936-)

"Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard." ~Daphne du Maurier (1907 - 1989)

"Say all you have to say in the fewest possible words, or your reader will be sure to skip them; and in the plainest possible words or he will certainly misunderstand them." ~John Ruskin (1819 - 1900)

petak, 07.07.2006.

Poem for unsignificant

Život nije uvijek bajka. Život nije uvijek dobar. No i mi smo nesavršeni kako nebi bio naš tijek. Nesmijemo odustati, kada je sve uzaludno treba stati i ogledati oko sebe. Nikad nismo ostavljeni sami, uvijek je oko nas netko, pa makar i stranac, koji će pomoći. Ljudima je u krvi osjećajnost, iskoristite ju.

Pjesma posvećena jednoj posebnoj osobi:

Rainy life

Laganim koracima
Potpuno polako
Ona ide

I kao da trči
Brzo oko nje
Život izmiče

No, njeno biće
Usporava
Njen život koči

U tom brzom
Kišnom životu
U toj noći

Eto, možda ju nećete razumjeti, možda vam se neće svidjeti ali ipak ja ovo pišem zbog sebe.

...remember...

Life is sometimes rainy, life is sometimes sunny. But life is always here, with you and me and sometimes with us.

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