Gjergj Fishta Quotes

Por i urti kurr nuk ngutet, Prej burrnís e jo prej tutet

Turku fjalën e ka ndì': Se ç'asht mbushë ai me mënì! Se edhe lëshue ç'ka mbi Shqipnì, Gjallë Shqiptarët ai me i përpì! Por Shqiptari gjallë s'përpihej, E as me u shkelë, besà, s'po lihej, Kur po i mbushej mendja e vet, Për Shqipnì me bà gajret, N' dashtë ta mësyjnë Krajl edhe Mbret.

Ndihmò, Zot, si m’kè ndihmue! Pesëqind vjet kishin kalue Çëse të buk'rën ketë Shqypni Turku e mbate në robnì, Krejt tu' e là t' mjerën në gjak, Frymën tue ia xanun njak, E as tu' e lanë, jo, dritë me pà: Kurr të keqen pa ia dà: Rrihe e mos e lèn me kjà: Me iu dhimbtë, po, minit n' murë, Me iu dhimbtë gjarpnit nën gurë!

E dér m'qiellë ushto brohrija, Kah gerthet fusha e malcija: Per jetë t' jetës rroftë Shqypníja! Edhè kshtû, mbas sa mjerimit Mbas sa gjakut e shemtimit, E p'r inát t' Shkjevet t' Ballkanit Per gazep t' atij Sulltanit: Si premtue kisht' perendija: Prap zojë m' vedi duel Shqypnija

Pse pa luejtë ti kambë e dorë, S't' ndihmon Zot as i Shën Nikollë: Por ti luej, nafaka luej..

Çohi, o bij të Skanderbeut, turq e t’k’shtenë, mos t’u dajë feja! Çohi e bini n’fushë t’bejlegut, tue gjimue ju porsi rr’feja

Un, zotnì, n’ushtri kam dalë, jo me Turq, por em Shqiptarë, turq a t’k’shtenë, si janë gjith mbarë, pse t’k’shtenë, si muhamedan, Shqipninë sbashkut t’gjith e kan ; e prandej t’gjith do t’qindrojmë, do t’qindrojmë e do t’luftojmë, kemë m’u bâ kortarë – kortarë Priftën, Fretën Hoxhallarë Për Shqipnì

The window glass was cold as Jude touched his nose to its surface. He looked north over the centre of Tirana and drank in the thrill of the panorama. From a restaurant in the Sky Tower he could see down over the lush, green square of land criss-crossed with paths that was Rinia Park. He had arranged to meet Edona there at 3pm. To his left the apartment blocks clustered densely away to the horizon in colours of mustard, olive and denim blue. Ahead he could make out the rouge and yellow government ministry buildings on the edge of Skanderbeu Square, and the white needle of the Et’hem Bey Mosque. His eyes turned to the east past the black glass panelled Twin Towers and concrete Pyramid to the traffic flowing up the Gjergj Fishta Boulevard, where the harsh mid-day sunlight was glinting off car roofs and windscreens. Beyond that, through a haze of heat and light smog, Mount Dajti rose up to the blue, utterly cloudless sky. (From 'The Silencer').

The window glass was cold as Jude touched his nose to its surface. He looked north over the centre of Tirana and drank in the thrill of the panorama. From a restaurant in the Sky Tower he could see down over the lush, green square of land criss-crossed with paths that was Rinia Park. He had arranged to meet Edona there at 3pm. To his left the apartment blocks clustered densely away to the horizon in colours of mustard, olive and denim blue. Ahead he could make out the rouge and yellow government ministry buildings on the edge of Skanderbeu Square, and the white needle of the Et’hem Bey Mosque. His eyes turned to the east past the black glass panelled Twin Towers and concrete Pyramid to the traffic flowing up the Gjergj Fishta Boulevard, where the harsh mid-day sunlight was glinting off car roofs and windscreens. Beyond that, through a haze of heat and light smog, Mount Dajti rose up to the blue, utterly cloudless sky.

The window glass was cold as Jude touched his nose to its surface. He looked north over the centre of Tirana and drank in the thrill of the panorama. From a restaurant in the Sky Tower he could see down over the lush, green square of land criss-crossed with paths that was Rinia Park. He had arranged to meet Edona there at 3pm. To his left the apartment blocks clustered densely away to the horizon in colours of mustard, olive and denim blue. Ahead he could make out the rouge and yellow government ministry buildings on the edge of Skanderbeu Square, and the white needle of the Et’hem Bey Mosque. His eyes turned to the east past the black glass panelled Twin Towers and concrete Pyramid to the traffic flowing up the Gjergj Fishta Boulevard, where the harsh mid-day sunlight was glinting off car roofs and windscreens. Beyond that, through a haze of heat and light smog, Mount Dajti rose up to the blue, utterly cloudless sky. (From 'The Silencer').