Prase Quotes

Civilized people must, I believe, satisfy the following criteria: 1) They respect human beings as individuals and are therefore always tolerant, gentle, courteous and amenable ... They do not create scenes over a hammer or a mislaid eraser; they do not make you feel they are conferring a great benefit on you when they live with you, and they don't make a scandal when they leave. (...) 2) They have compassion for other people besides beggars and cats. Their hearts suffer the pain of what is hidden to the naked eye. (...) 3) They respect other people's property, and therefore pay their debts. 4) They are not devious, and they fear lies as they fear fire. They don't tell lies even in the most trivial matters. To lie to someone is to insult them, and the liar is diminished in the eyes of the person he lies to. Civilized people don't put on airs; they behave in the street as they would at home, they don't show off to impress their juniors. (...) 5) They don't run themselves down in order to provoke the sympathy of others. They don't play on other people's heartstrings to be sighed over and cosseted ... that sort of thing is just cheap striving for effects, it's vulgar, old hat and false. (...) 6) They are not vain. They don't waste time with the fake jewellery of hobnobbing with celebrities, being permitted to shake the hand of a drunken [judicial orator], the exaggerated bonhomie of the first person they meet at the Salon, being the life and soul of the bar ... They regard prases like 'I am a representative of the Press!!' -- the sort of thing one only hears from [very minor journalists] -- as absurd. If they have done a brass farthing's work they don't pass it off as if it were 100 roubles' by swanking about with their portfolios, and they don't boast of being able to gain admission to places other people aren't allowed in (...) True talent always sits in the shade, mingles with the crowd, avoids the limelight ... As Krylov said, the empty barrel makes more noise than the full one. (...) 7) If they do possess talent, they value it ... They take pride in it ... they know they have a responsibility to exert a civilizing influence on [others] rather than aimlessly hanging out with them. And they are fastidious in their habits. (...) 8) They work at developing their aesthetic sensibility ... Civilized people don't simply obey their baser instincts ... they require mens sana in corpore sano. And so on. That's what civilized people are like ... Reading Pickwick and learning a speech from Faust by heart is not enough if your aim is to become a truly civilized person and not to sink below the level of your surroundings. [From a letter to Nikolay Chekhov, March 1886]

Juce sam grejao telom jednog kretena sto smo se sto puta pobili. Lezi ispred neke zgrade, ceka da ga neko pusti unutra. A niko ga ne pusta. Lose izgleda, zlokobno, i to ljudi ne vole. A dok sam ga grejao, sve mi se razjasnilo, Nezna dusa, nego ga je zivot naucio da nikom ne veruje, i da samo grize. To uopste nije do njega, njemu je tako objasnjeno. NIkad lepa rec, nikad neznost, samo kamenje i sutiranje. Pa on ne zna drugo nego da mrzi. Dok sam ga grejao, tako me je pogledao da mi je bilo lose njegove dobrote. Leti je lako, leti svaka budala moze da prezivi na ulici. Zimi je horor. Zima ne prasta. Zima sahranjuje na svakih 15 minuta. Zima cedi psa polako, i kad mu dodje sudnji cas, on mucenik i jedva ceka da poveca brojno stnje s one druge strane zivota. Hocu da vam kazem, leti nas lovite, gadjajte, ne dajte nam nista, ali zimi, zima je vreme za primirj, ako se radi o dostojanstvenom svetu. Pa koji je to fazon da se ne pustaju psi u zgrade? Sta smeta da se prespava na nekom otiracu. PSeci zivot je isto zivot , jos jedna dusa na planeti. Ako imate neko cebe koje vam ne treba, bacite ga negde, pored nekog drveta, u neki cosak, negde gde ne smeta, i neka pseca dusa ce ga naci, i to ce joj spasiti zivot, da imate preko leta s kim da se proganjate. Ja znam jednog tipa iz starog kraja, jednog drkadziju, zivi na cetvrtom spratu tog jednog solitera i nervira ga jedna kucka sto zivi tu izmedju zgrada. Ona laje izmedju pet i sest ujutru, uvek. On je cesto cuje i fantazira o tome da ima snajper i da joj prosvira mozak, samo da ucuti. I leti i zimi. I leti je ne konstatuje kad je vid, osim sto je nekag opsuje i kaze joj - Glupaco- Ali, zimi, zimi je pusa u zgradu i od kad se odselila ona komsinica sto je natovila jednom kao prase, on joj i hranu donosi. Covek drkadzija, ali kad dodje do Zenevske konvencije, nemam mu ravnog, postuje neprijatelja kao svog rodjenog. A nije strasno ni ako se ostave ostaci od rucka negde. Ako vam se ne svidja bas pored vase kuce, odnesite ih negde dalje, negde gde nema nicije kuce, kad krenete ko zna na koje toplo mesto na koje vec idete. Ostavite, pojesce neko i zato ce preziveti. A ako nekoga spasete sa ulice ove zime, ako ga primite u kucu, ako pocne da zivi sa vama, redefinisace vam se pojmovi zahvalnosti i odanosti. Shvaticete da za ljubav nisu potrebne reci, da su dovoljni pogledi, pokreti, uzdasi ili obicno njuskanje. Uzmite nekog smrznutog psa u kucu, bar dok ne prodje zima, da vam pomogne da se snadjete u ovom bezdusnom svetu.

Třeba v Česku na Štědrý den hladoví, aby pak večer viděli zlaté prasátko. Jakože děkuju, nechci. Navíc kdo ví, co bych si z hladu byla schopná vyhalucinovat já. Zlaté prase je ta nejmíň strašidelná věc, kterou by moje fantazie dokázala stvořit.

Ach, moje Irmičko! Není ti souzeno vidět svět v hezkých barvách. Dožila ses svých pěti let a hotovo. Tvůj čas se naplnil. Nějaké ožralé prase plnilo velké plány svého velkého vůdce tím, že zabilo tebe. Ať to slouží ke cti a slávě všech, kteří si myslí, že pokud tebe nezabijí, nedokážou uvést v život své velevýznamné ideály. Hanba jim!

„Nikad nisam bio u Arhangelsku. Tamo mora da je jako hladno.“ U tišini njezinog izbjegavanja odgovora, razmišljao sam o tome jesam li ja dosadna osoba. Tko i, osim nekog užasnog dosadnjakovića, mogao uletjeti djevojci s tako beznačajnim tričarijama? Da je neko nadareno prase, čud cijele farme, provelo život učeći ruski, i da je, kad je konačno postalo dovoljno učeno, čulo moje pitanje u prvom obraćanju ljudima, sigurno bi se zapitalo zašto je potratilo svoje najbolje godine kad se moglo u miru valjati u kaljuži i žderati napoj u društvu ostalih glupih životinja.

Poprosila jsem prodavačku v prodejně luxusní kosmetiky, ať mi něco doporučí. Tak jsem se dozvěděla, že tento krémíček se hodí na zralou pleť, že toto mlíčko krásně voní a do koupele je úžasný tento olejíček. A možná by se mamince líbil tento parfémek, zcela nová značka. Parfémek jsem odmítla, protože byl hrozně kořeněný a maminka by smrděla jak Nataša, a olejíček do koupele taky, jelikož se zásadně sprchuje. „A líčí se?“ vyzvídala prodavačka. „Trochu jo, používá rtěnku a tužku na obočí,“ přitakala jsem. „A jakou barvičku používá na pusinku?“ Vybraly jsme růžovou rtěnku na pusinku, hnědou konturovací tužtičku a také skvělou vodičku na odlíčení. No prostě parádička. To bude maminečka koukat, to bude překvapeníčko. Požádala jsem tu infantilní paní, aby mi z toho udělala pěkný balíček. V obchodě byla zrovna kamarádka, tak jsem se s ní zakecala. Když jsem se otočila k pultu, zděsila jsem se, protože mi zabalila každou věc zvlášť. „Proč jste to nedala dohromady?“ ptám se. „My nemáme tak velký pytlíčky.“ Drahý to bylo jak prase (teda prasátečko) a oni nemají velký pytlíčky! V téhle prodejničce jsem asi byla naposled. Musela jsem zajít ještě vedle do krámečku a koupit na to vše velkou dárkovou taštičku.

Neříkal náhodou, že vypadáš jako prase, které někdo naučil chodit po zadních? To totiž není urážka, Dude, to je pravda.

Nagaganap din ang pag-iisang salita ng mga prase o parirala. Magandang halimbawa nito ang nangyari sa bakit, ngunit, subalit, datapwat, at sapagkat mula sa sinaunang “bakin at,” “nguni at,” “subali at,” “datapuwa at,” at “sapagka at.” Nito limang makaraan ang Ikalawang Digmaang Pandaigdig isinagawa nina Alejandro G. Abadilla ang welding sa ngunit at mga kasama.

Love drains us of estrangement and fills us with familiarity, causing us to come together in all shared gatherings like this, and acting as our leader in festival, chorus and sacrifice. He includes mildness and excludes wildness. He is generous of goodwill an ungenerous of ill-will. He is gracious and kindly; gazed on by the wise, admired by the gods; craved by those denied him, treasured by those enjoying him; father of luxury, elegance, delicacy, grace, desire, longing careful for good people, careless of bad people; in trouble, in terror, in longing, in discourse, he is the best helmsman, marine, comrade, rescuer. For the whole company of gods and humans, most beautiful and best of leaders; every man should follow him singing beautiful hymns of prase, sharing the song he sings to charm the mind of every god and human.