Misc Quotes

You have to watch your language. People will think you have no fucking class

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo.

the cemetery was the equivalent of the drawer marked MISC, where people were interred in the glorious expectation of nothing very much.

Diminetile deschid larg ferestrele spre cer. Razele de soare coboara pe pamant jucause, se rasfira printre perdele. Mara nu se ascundea de soare, ii placea sa-i mangaie trupul in lumina. Zabovea un timp pe pervazul lumilor acelora. Se contopise cu parfumul trandafirilor si zambea fericita. Era o reverie sa o privesc din pat, fara sa ma misc. Inchideam ochii si ii ghiceam forma trupului in lumina de dincolo de bolti. Un inger bantuit de fluturi asezat la ferestrele lumii.

This cemetery of Small Gods was for the people who didn’t know what happened next. They didn’t know what they believed in or if there was life after death and, often, they didn’t know what hit them. They’d gone through life being amiably uncertain, until the ultimate certainty had claimed them at the last. Among the city’s bone orchards, the cemetery was the equivalent of the drawer marked MISC, where people were interred in the glorious expectation of nothing very much. Most

Mix a little lunacy in your wise counsel sweet it is to be mad sometimes Written as Misce stultitiam in consilis brevem dulce est desipere in loco

I feel like a stranger in my own world.

Daca ma gandesc bine, reprosul esential pe care il am de facut tarii si vremurilor este ca ma impiedica sa ma bucur de frumusetea vietii. Din cand in cand, imi dau seama ca traiesc intr-o lume fara cer, fara copaci si gradini, fara extaze bucolice, fara ape, pajisti si nori. Am uitat misterul adanc al noptii, radicalitatea amiezii, racorile cosmice ale amurgului. Nu mai vad pasarile, nu mai adulmec mirosul prafos si umed al furtunii, nu mai percep, asfixiat de emotie, miracolul ploii si al stelelor. Nu mai privesc in sus, nu mai am organ pentru parfumuri si adieri. Fosnetul frunzelor uscate, transluciditatea nocturna a lacurilor, sunetul indescifrabil al serii, iarba, padurea, vitele, orizontul tulbure al campiei, colina cordiala si muntele ascetic nu mai fac de mult parte din peisajul meu cotidian, din echilibrul igienic al vietii mele launtrice. Nu mai am timp pentru prietenie, pentru taclaua voioasa, pentru cheful asezat. Sunt ocupat. Sunt grabit. Sunt iritat, hartuit, coplesit de lehamite. Am o existenta de ghiseu: mi se cer servicii, mi se fac comenzi, mi se solicita interventii, sfaturi si complicitati. Am devenit mizantrop. Doua treimi din metabolismul meu mental se epuizeaza in nervi de conjunctura, agenda mea zilnica e un inventar de urgente minore. Gandesc pe sponci, stimulat de provocari meschine. Imi incep ziua apoplectic, injurand "situatiunea": gropile din drum, moravurile soferilor autohtoni, caldura (sau frigul), praful (sau noroiul), morala politicienilor, gramatica gazetarilor, modele ideologice, cacofoniile noii arhitecturi, demagogia, coruptia, bezmeticia tranzitiei. Abia daca mai inregistrez desenul ametitor al cate unei siluete feminine, inocenta vreunui suras, farmecul tacut al cate unui colt de strada. Colectionez antipatii si prilejuri de insatisfactie. Scriu despre mizerii si maruntisuri. Bomban toata ziua, mi-am pierdut increderea in virtutile natiei, in soarta tarii, in rostul lumii. Am un portret tot mai greu digerabil. Patriotii de parada m-au trecut la tradatori, neoliberalii la conservatori, postmodernistii la elitisti. Batranilor le apar frivol, tinerilor reactionar. Una peste alta, mi-am pierdut buna dispozitie, elanul, jubilatia. Nu mai am ragazuri fertile, reverii, autenticitati. Ma misc, de dimineata pana seara, intr-un univers artificial, agitat, infectat de trivialitate. Apetitul vital a devenit anemic, placerea de a fi si-a pierdut amplitudinea si suculenta. Respir crispat si pripit, ca intr-o etuva. Cand cineva trece printr-o asemenea criza de vina e, in primul rand, umoarea proprie. Te poti acuza ca ai consimtit in prea mare masura imediatului, ca nu stii sa-ti dozezi timpul si afectele, ca nu mai deosebesti intre esential si accesoriu, ca, in sfarsit, ai scos din calculul zilnic valorile zenitale. Dar nu se poate trece cu vederea nici ambianta toxica a momentului si a veacului. Suntem napaditi de probleme secunde. Avem preocupari de mana a doua, avem conducatori de mana a doua, traim sub presiunea multipla a necesitatii. Ni se ofera texte mediocre, show-uri de prost-gust, conditii de viata umilitoare. Am ajuns sa nu mai avem simturi, idei, imaginatie. Ne-am uratit, ne-am instrainat cu totul de simplitatea polifonica a lumii, de pasiunea vietii depline. Nu! mai avem puterea de a admira si de a lauda, cu o genuina evlavie, splendoarea Creatiei, vazduhul, marile, pamantul si oamenii. Suntem turmentati si sumbri. Abia daca ne mai putem suporta. Exista, pentru acest derapaj primejdios, o terapie plauzibila? Da, cu conditia sa ne dam seama de gravitatea primejdiei. Cu conditia sa impunem atentiei noastre zilnice alte prioritati si alte orizonturi.

I am in every image of this film, I am in every frame of this film.The only thing is: you have to know how to read these images. How? Didn’t all those French guys tell you how to read the images? Yes, they told you. So, please, read these images and you’ll be able to tell everything about me.

Только не я, парни. Я каждый день читаю руководство Bash, как Свидетели Иеговы — библию. Постойте-ка, руководство Bash И ЕСТЬ библия. Прошу прощения… — С сomp.os.linux.misc

Sleepless words tell sleepless stories.

Writing the next lines and words of your life is something only you can do. We write our own stories.

I’ve changed professions so many times that sometimes I think I should tack Misc. after my name. Jane Kelly, Misc.

Books to read Music to download Movies to see Gift ideas Web sites to explore Weekend trips to take Ideas—Misc. (meaning you don’t know where else to put them!)

didn’t know what happened next. They didn’t know what they believed in or if there was life after death and, often, they didn’t know what hit them. They’d gone through life being amiably uncertain, until the ultimate certainty had claimed them at the last. Among the city’s bone orchards the cemetery was the equivalent of the drawer marked Misc, where people were interred in the glorious expectation of nothing very much. Most of the Watch got buried there. Policemen, after a few years, found it hard enough to believe in people, let alone anyone they couldn’t see.

The cemetery of Small Gods was for the people who didn’t know what happened next. They didn’t know what they believed in or if there was life after death and, often, they didn’t know what hit them. They’d gone through life being amiably uncertain, until the ultimate certainty had claimed them at the last. Among the city’s bone orchards the cemetery was the equivalent of the drawer marked Misc, where people were interred in the glorious expectation of nothing very much.

I file this away under Misc. Facts about M.

Am început să dovedesc prostie si ingenuitate în întelegerea realitatii. O vânzoleala a contrariilor renascentiste ma poarta zilnic în dimensiuni înfricosatoare si totusi aproape de sufletul meu. Gorgona sau înger ma misc la fel de precis la dreapta sau la stânga, în tarii sau iau drumul magmelor fierbinti. Am început sa ma apropii de ceva pentru care trebuie sa inventez o alta limba. Nu, nu mi-e teama. Doar ca înfloresc pe geamuri în ger.

Przez całe wieki lekarze i pacjenci próbowali wykurzać robaki zębowe dymem i je palić. Przeważnie jednak te maleńkie stworzenia pozostawały tajemnicą, jeśli nie liczyć kilku godnych uwagi wyjątków. Doktor Cobaens z Uniwersytetu Kopenhaskiego widział robaka wyskakującego prosto z ust pacjenta i hodował ten cenny okaz w misce z wodą. Natomiast robak zębowy doktora Salmutha miał prawie cztery centymetry – wyglądał jak larwa zrobiona z sera. Z kolei doktor Shulz zwabił jednego robaka za pomocą soku żołądkowego świni.