Ganduri Murdare

"A fi o singura zi lipsit de griji inseamna a fi pentru o zi nemuritor."


"Limba materna a pasiunilor n-are sintaxa."


"Un telefon supravegheat nu suna niciodata."


"Câteodata oamenii se impiedica de adevar, dar de cele mai multe ori se ridica si merg mai departe."


" În dragoste, singura victorie e fuga. " N. Bonaparte

Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning

The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake.
I listened with heart fit to break,
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread o'er all her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me – she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!

"Nu-ţi face griji despre evitarea ispitelor. Pe măsura ce îmbătrâneşti, te evită ele." 


"Cea mai importantă lecţie pe care ţi-o dă viaţa e când afli că şi nebunii au uneori dreptate."


"Eu am dreptate, tu nu. Dar pentru libertatea ta de a nu avea dreptate, eu voi lupta până la moarte."


"Dacă tocmai treci printr-o situaţie dificilă, continuă să mergi."


"Mulţumesc lui Dumnezeu pentru că întotdeauna mi-a oferit o a doua şansă spre a face lucrurile mai bine decât prima dată."


"Cu cât mai departe poţi privi înapoi, cu atât mai departe poţi vedea înainte."


"A avea curaj este deosebit de important. Poţi pierde banii - e rău. Poţi pierde un prieten - e şi mai rău. Dar dacă ţi-ai piedut curajul - ai pierdut aproape totul."


"Pesimistul vede dificultatea în fiecare oportunitate. Optimistul vede oportunitatea în fiecare dificultate."


"O glumă este un lucru foarte serios."


"Traiul este ceea ce primim, viaţa este ceea ce dăm."


"Imaginaţia ne consolează pentru ce nu suntem, umorul pentru ce suntem."


"Nu este suficient să facem tot ce putem; câteodată trebuie să facem şi ceea ce trebuie."

“Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless.”

"Curajul este ceea ce îţi trebuie pentru a sta în picioare şi a vorbi; curajul este şi ceea ce îţi trebuie pentru a sta jos şi a asculta." Winston Churchill