Slovenian Quotes

We Slovenians are even better misers than you Scottish. You know how Scotland began? One of us Slovenians was spending too much money, so we put him on a boat and he landed in Scotland.

The Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Žižek has analyzed this trend with great acuity. As he sees it, mindfulness is “establishing itself as the hegemonic ideology of global capitalism,” by helping people “to fully participate in the capitalist dynamic while retaining the appearance of mental sanity.

I still have a photo, taken ... by Eugen Bavcar, a Slovenian photographer -who is blind.

Speak the truth, but leave immediately after.

Rolling through Manhattan in his limousine, Donald confided that he was nervous about his pending marriage to Slovenian model Melania Knauss, which was just ten days away. “It’s all in the hunt and once you get it, it loses some of its energy,” he said. “I think competitive, successful men feel that way about women. Don’t you agree? Really, don’t you agree?

Although Donald and Marla were still married, she was already a distant memory, replaced by his new girlfriend, Melania, a twenty-eight-year-old Slovenian model whom I’d never met.

Autumn comes early to the foot of the Slovenian Alps. Even before September, the abundant harvests are followed by a sudden poignant rain that lasts for days and brings down leaves in the lanes of the village. Now, in my fifties, I find myself wandering that direction every few years, reliving my first glimpse of the Slovenian countryside. This is old country. Every autumn mellows it a little more, in aeternum, each beginning with the same three colors: a green landscape, two or three yellow leaves falling through a gray afternoon. I suppose the Romans - who left their walls here and their gargantuan arenas to the west, on the coast - saw the same autumn and gave the same shiver. When my father's car swung through the gates of the oldest of Julian cities, I hugged myself. For the first time, I had been struck by the excitement of the traveler who looks history in her subtle face.

Albanian dogs go “ham ham.” In Catalan, dogs go “bup bup.” The Chinese dogs say “wang wang,” the Greek dogs go “gav gav,” the Slovenians “hov hov,” and the Ukrainians “haf haf.” In Iceland, it’s “voff,” in Indonesia, it’s “gong gong,” and in Italian, it’s “bau bau.

That is also a unique Slovenian tradition, and people have different opinions on how it originated. Some believe the paintings were originally done to bring good luck to the bees; others say it was to help the bees find their way to the right hive. My own view is that painted hives are just more interesting.

Melania Trump had come down and wandered behind the sofa where Conway was proposing they sit. It was clear she was seething. “Not doing that,” Melania said in her Slovenian accent, dismissively waving her hand. “No way. No, no, no.” Bannon believed she had the most influence with Trump of anyone, that she could discern who was sucking up and who was telling the truth. “Behind the scenes she’s a hammer.

...'Mister Bobo says he thinks it might have been a weasel.' 'Mister Bobo?' 'The man in the top flat. Mister Bobo. Fine old circus family I believe. Romanian or Slovenian or Livonian, or one of those countries. Bless me, I can never remember them any more.' It had never occurred to Coraline that the crazy old man upstairs actually had a name, she realised. If she'd known his name was Mr. Bobo she would have said it every chance she got. How often do you get to say a name like 'Mister Bobo' aloud?

Dissonance is produced by any landscape that enchants in the present but has been a site of violence in the past. But to read such a place only for its dark histories is to disallow its possibilities for future life, to deny reparation or hope – and this is another kind of oppression. If there is a way of seeing such landscapes, it might be thought of as ‘occulting’: the nautical term for a light that flashes on and off, and in which the periods of illumination are longer than the periods of darkness. The Slovenian karst is an ‘occulting’ landscape in this sense, defined by the complex interplay of light and dark, of past pain and present beauty. I have walked through numerous occulting landscapes over the years: from the cleared valleys of northern Scotland, where the scattered stones of abandoned houses are oversung by skylarks; to the Guadarrama mountains north of Madrid, where a savage partisan war was fought among ancient pines, under the gaze of vultures; and to the disputed valleys of the Palestinian West Bank, where dog foxes slip through barbed wire. All of these landscapes offer the reassurance of nature’s return; all incite the discord of profound suffering coexisting with generous life.

A oči so vse na Julki. In vse klopi zadržujejo dih, da bi bile vse oči še bolj tesno pri njem. Kakor da bodo iz njih, iz oči, vsak hip zaplavale otroške dlani kot golobje peruti in privzdignile njeno telo in mu zamanjšale bolečine. Njene oči pa so žametno in vlažno mehke, ker se njena stopala ne dotikajo poda. Rožnat trak, ki povezuje kiti, pa čepi na kavlju kot metulj z razprtimi krili.

Monotono pojejo kraguljčki prah po cesti dviga se lahak - In ujeta pokrajina je zadihala, se rešila bodal in samokresov in policijskih psov, čeprav je bila pesem otožna. Ni bila koračnica, ne bpjni klic, ampak mehek sen, izpoved trudnega človeskega srca. Zato je bila ta pesem njegova pesem, zato mu jo zdaj pojejo; kraguljčki pa pozvanjajo, cingljajo lagodno, kakor da jih utruja starost stoletij. Joj kako otožna je ta pesem, poln ganotja njen domači zvok, še v osrčju mojem ogenj vnema, ki zagrnil ga je mrak globok. Zbor se je poslavljal od svojega pevca, ki ne bo nikoli več pel.

In nihče ni smel na njegov grob. In pred njegovim grobom je korakala straža. In kdor se je naslednji dan vtihotapil na pokopališče, je lahko samo od daleč videl stražo in zapuščeni grob. A videl je tudi goro rož na grobu, in toliko jih je bilo, rož, da so lezle vse naokoli dol na druge grobove. Piramida vencev in šopkov kjub kljub puškam in samokresom; venci in cvetje, ki so v noči prišli neubranljivo kakor kraguljčki v noči k poslednji podoknici. A pušelci in šopki so bili kot na kup zmetanon kamenje, na kup zmetana polena, ker so bili vrženi čez zid, naskrivaj, iz razdalje kakor gobavcu.

A tudi ko bi ne hotel, bi imela vsaj sina, ki bi ga vzgojila, kakor bi želela. Upornika bi vzgojila...

I Know" Last night, in the water where Barnett Newman’s line disappeared, I drowned. I swam to the surface, like a black, dark-blue luminous blossom. It’s terrible to be a flower. The world stopped. Mute, like velvet, I opened, perhaps for good. Before, with Tomaž Brejc, we talked about the mystique of finance, about the eye, the triangle, about God, possible readings of chance, of Slovenian history and destiny. Don’t touch me. I’m the greatest capital just as I am. I’m the water in which the destiny of the world takes place for us. I’m dizzy. I don’t understand. I know. Tonight, when I made love, I reported. I’m a black cube now, like marble or granite-from-the-other-world, a bird standing, with yellow feet and an immense yellow beak, my black feathers shining: now the eminent church dignitary, that is: they all wanted me, the blossom. I’m the pure dark blossom standing still on the surface. Untouchable and untouched. Terrifying.

What Bartholdi and Butler and their backers argued was that the idea of Liberty was not necessarily tied to immigration, the very link that had made Emma Lazarus’s poem so powerful. Lazarus had died of Hodgkin’s disease the year after the unveiling. Even before her death, the “New Colossus” poem had been lost from memory. It would take her friend Georgina Schuyler to independently raise funds in 1903 to get the poem placed on a bronze tablet in the statue’s pedestal. No one even noticed that gesture until the fiftieth anniversary of the statue, when a Slovenian journalist brought it to public attention.

What we once called jugoslavistika at the university—that is, Slovenian, Croatian, Bosnian, Serbian, Montenegrin, and Macedonian literature—had disappeared as a discipline together with its country of origin.

The sort of candidate who might have benefited from such legislation is Boštjan Špetič, a Slovenian citizen, discussed previously. As founder of Zemanta, Špetič had opened his business in New York in 2009 with an L-1A visa, used to transfer a foreign company's top managers. Zemanta had an office in London and Špetič had moved to the USA from there. After a year, however, he was denied a visa renewal. “The US officers said that we didn’t have enough staff in the United States to justify a senior executive position,” recalls Špetič. “They stated that it was obvious from the organizational chart that we didn’t have an office manager, implying that no one was answering phone calls, and that’s why we could not claim a senior executive transfer. Somewhere in my office I still have four pages of explanations. At that point, I called everybody, the American ambassador in Slovenia, the Slovenian ambassador here, the Slovenian foreign ministry. My investor, Fred Wilson, got in touch with a New York senator, but no one could do anything.” Špetič therefore had to work from Ljubljana for the following three months, when a new attorney finally found the right bureaucratic avenue to obtain an L-1B visa, a specialized technology visa. “Personally, I want to move back home eventually,” says Špetič. “I’m not looking to permanently immigrate to the US. I prefer the European lifestyle. Nevertheless, this is absolutely the best place to build a startup, especially in the media space. It made so much sense to build and grow the company here. I never could have done it in Europe, and that is an amazing achievement for New York City.” For this reason, when other European entrepreneurs ask him for advice, Špetič always tells them to settle in New York, at least for a period of time, to gain American experience. And for them he dreams of creating a co-working space modeled after WeWork Labs: “Imagine a place exactly like this, but with decent coffee, wine tasting events in the evening and only non-US business people working in its offices,” explains Špetič. “There is a set of problems that foreigners have that Americans just can’t understand. Visa issues are the most obvious ones. Working-with-remote-teams issues, travel issues, personal issues such as which schools to send your children to… It’s a set of things that is different from what American startups talk about. You don’t need networking events for foreigners because you want people to network into the New York community, but a working environment would make sense because it would be like a safe haven, an extra comfort zone for foreigners with a different work culture.

Modern visitors were often surprised to learn that the names and ages of the children were changed, three children were deleted from the story, and that “Edelweiss” was not a traditional Austrian folk song but was written by Rodgers and Hammerstein in 1959. Those who consulted a map would ask how landlocked Austria had a navy and learn that the real-life Georg von Trapp had been a World War I submarine captain in the navy of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, which controlled the port city Trieste (now part of Italy) and the Slovenian and Croatian coasts. Tourists would also learn that escaping Nazi-dominated Austria by hiking to Switzerland is not an option, as the border is roughly two hundred miles away. In fact, locals chuckled at the film’s closing scene, as the family is depicted hiking in the direction toward Germany and the Kehlsteinhaus, known to Americans and the British as Hitler’s “Eagle’s Nest.

All of these inspirations, along with a love for the place, the people and their history, have found their way into the books she’s written, which have been translated into German, Norwegian, Czech, Turkish and Slovenian. Fiona now lives in Scotland, but

one of her five languages (English, Slovenian, French, German, and Italian).

Hotela sem nekoga, ki me bo vedno postavil na prvo mesto, ker bom tudi jaz zanj vedno storila enako. Želela sem si epsko ljubezen. Želela sem si delček legende Promenade src.

Collinwood has two Catholic churches, St. Joseph’s, where most go, and St. Mary of the Assumption, strictly for Slovenian families. Even among Greiners, there is a pecking order, though it’s completely baffling to Fritz why Slovaks should be lower down than the rest of them when they all struggle for the same bread and coal.

Melania sometimes spoke Slovenian with Barron, particularly when her parents were around—and they were frequently around—infuriating Trump and causing him to bolt from any room they were in.

Many movements find it extremely difficult to help others imagine and create alternatives to any existing system, especially alternatives that would appeal to a broad coalition-and that becomes more difficult when the system is complex and self-reinforcing. As Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Zizek has said regarding the global economic system in particular, 'It is easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism.

Many movements find it extremely difficult to help others imagine and create alternatives to any existing system, especially alternatives that would appeal to a broad coalition-and that becomes more difficult when the system is complex and self-reinforcing. As Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Zizek has said regarding the global economic system in particular, it is easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism.

On the other hand, the people from the south and southwest Balkans were famous for their pine wands, a piece of pine that is slightly burned on each end. According to tradition, they used these wands for fighting between individuals. Pine is known as “Soul Wood” (sen is the Slovenian word for “soul”), as the Balkan people says that this wood has particular capabilities.

Veles is very old and complex Slavic deity which some experts claim can be categorized as a deity of the proto-Indo-European Pantheon. The original Veles has been with the Slovenians since the time they were displaced and separated into three groups. According to tradition, he is the Lord of the Earth, water, and the underworld. He is represented as an old man with long beard and a robust figure, usually with bull’s horns, although sometimes the horns of a ram or some other animal. He is sometimes depicted riding a bear or wild boar. In the underworld, he takes the shape of a large snake or dragon. Nevertheless, his main animal form is the bull. He was a popular folk deity, shamanistic in nature, and experts say that his main opponent was Perun, with whom he was always in conflict.

According to all the testimonies and interviews that we have, all Witches were initiated and led by the Goddess in the form of a young woman whom they say is the Forest Mother. There is also the old woman, or grandmother, who some say is Saint Petka. Ethnologists have tried to connect her with the Slovenian Mokosa, but we cannot agree because she is very similar to Morena, the Goddess or spirit of death, representative of the collective spirit of all deceased women. She is neither luminary nor solar; she is timeless and spaceless, and she greatly resembles the trinity of Stygian Witches with whom Perseus must cope in his myth.