Vulkan Quotes

Zašto bi to bilo tako smešno, da ja mislim na ugašene vulkane, a da sam i Vezuv zavoleo, kao vulkan. Išao sam čak do ostrva Jan Majen, koje sad ljudi ne znaju, ni da izgovaraju, jer nosi ime holandskog mornara, koji je bio prost čovek, ali je to ostrvo, do smrti, tražio, ponova, u magli. Zbog tog dalekog ostrva u arktičkom moru, volim i Vezuv. Zato sam došao u Herkulanum. Čini mi se da sam u Kordobi. Tišina po ulicama je još veća, nego u Pompeji, a ja sam došao da vidim samo jednu kuću, iskopanu, i samo jednu zidnu sliku u toj kući. Samo to. To je slika Vezuva, stara dve hiljade godina. A sveža, kao da je tih dana slikana. Nije ni velika. Neugledna je, ali vanredno nežnih boja, i , Vezuv je na njoj naslikan, kao neki Fudžijama. Otkud ta veza ? Ta nežnost, prema prirodi, ta ljubav prema vulkanu, ta slika rađena sa tolikom ljubavlju – kao da je Vezuv neko dete, ili brdo Mimoro, koje je iz Azije preneto u Italiju. Ta mala slika u Herkulanumu bila je moja najmilija stvar. Nju sam dolazio da vidim. Tu vezu među kontinentima. Tu vezu među ljudima. Tu vezu Azije sa mnom, za koju niko ne zna i koju ne mogu da protumačim.

We?” Vulkan shook free of the Headmaster’s grip. “We? Didn’t you hear them shouting? Whose name did they call? Mine! Prince Conrad Vulkan, King of the Vampires! They call me Master. They recognize me as the highest power!” “I have given you and your kind life. I have taught you the secrets of power, the sorcery of Aba-aner, Nectanebus, and Solomon. I have taught you what it means to be a king. But you’re not invincible, Conrad.…” Vulkan

Mitt problem är att jag vill röka cigarren själv och att någon annan ska tända den åt mig. Jag vill blåsa ut röken. Som en vulkan. Som ett monster. Jag vill att det ska ryka om mig. Jag vill inte vara flickan vars jobb det är att jämra sig me gäll röst på begravningar.

(...) enkele grote gevoelens blijven het mensenhart bezighouden: eerzucht en liefde, eenzaamheid en honger, vriendschap en angst voor de dood - of verlangen daarnaar.

Jedino kad žmurim Ne brojim ti poglede Poklonjene drugima, A ne meni.

Mi smo prva ljudska bića koja ništa neće vidjeti prvi put. Zurimo u svjetska čuda tupim očima, bez ikakva oduševljenja. Mona Lisa, piramide, Empire State Building. Napad životinja iz džungle, prastare ledene bregove kako se lome, vulkane koji erumpiraju. Ne mogu se sjetiti ni jedne jedine zaista zadivljujuće stvari koju sam vidio svojim očima, a da je odmah nisam povezao s nekim filmom ili televizijskom emisijom. S jebenom reklamom. Blazirano ponavljamo: Već viđeno!

Als unsere Finger sich berühren, spüre ich, dass außer meiner Stimme noch etwas in meiner Brust gefangen ist. Vielleicht sind es paar zusätzliche Herzschläge. Vielleicht ist es ein ausbrechender Vulkan.

Tätigkeit gibt es mit dem Dasein der Tiere, Taten erst mit dem Dasein des Menschen. Nichts ist so bezeichnend für den Unterschied als das Anzünden des Feuers. Man sieht — Ursache und Wirkung — wie Feuer entsteht. Auch viele Tiere sehen es. Aber der Mensch allein denkt — Zweck und Mittel — ein Verfahren aus, um es herzustellen. Keine zweite Tat macht so den Eindruck des Schöpferischen. Es ist die Tat des Prometheus. Eine der unheimlichsten, gewaltigsten, rätselhaftesten Erscheinungen der Natur — der Blitz, der Waldbrand, ein Vulkan — wird vom Menschen selbst ins Leben gerufen, gegen die Natur. Wie mag das auf die Seele gewirkt haben, der erste Blick in die selbst entzündete Flamme!

Curze leaned in, as if eager to hear my words. He believed that he had me, that I would never escape this trap. He was wrong. "What's that, brother?" "It's also a hammer".

What we do defines us. Our deeds are like shadows and depending on whether we run into or from the sun, they either lie behind us or before us. - Vulkan

Pune su mi oči smeha Dok čekam, Usana svežih Meni da se vratiš I dodirom Sve moje smrti U sekundi ozdraviš.

Jay rappelte sich auf und warf einen schnellen Blick auf seine Umgebung. Die beiden Sonnen hatten den Großteil des Pflanzenlebens verdorren lassen. Brauntöne waren die vorherrschenden Farben, unterbrochen vom Grau der Felsen und dem Schwarz der Asche. In der Ferne konnte er einen der legendären Vulkane von Hölle erkennen, aus dem Aschewolken in den Himmel stiegen, der bereits von Staub und anderen Rückständen gesättigt war. Doch trotz der Dreckschicht in der Atmosphäre brannten die Sonnen bis zum Boden herab und erhitzten die Luft. Staub, den er mit jedem Atemzug in seine Lungen aufnahm, eine fürchterlich trockene Hitze und die Gefahr durch Höllenhunde – willkommen auf dem ungastlichen Planeten Hölle!

I stand and I do not fall!" he shouted. "I stand and I do not fall!

Ma koliko nežan, Tvoj je dodir neiskren. Zagrljajem Želiš me smrskati.

Svud po meni Cvetaju Tvojih prstiju tragovi. Suzama Zalivam im korenje.

Vremenom Naučili smo I skrštenih ruku Pogledima da Grlimo se na sav glas Čak i kada ćutimo.

Nežna kao ruža, Tvoja koža Pod moje se prste Do kostiju pribola. Svaki trn joj volim.

Kad god se sretnemo, Mirišeš na cimet I tuđe ruke. Niko ne oseti, Samo moja krv.

My lord?’ Guilliman did not look up. ‘Three dead,’ he said softly. ‘Lorgar’s boasts were true. Three.’ ‘My lord.’ Guilliman shook his head, eyes still on the display. ‘The stories they bring to me, Euten. That Horus, or any of them, should turn against us, against me, against my father… I cannot begin to process it. My only consolation… My only consolation at all, as I have learned through our bitter fight with Lorgar, is that something has overtaken them, contaminated them. The warp is in their brains. It hardly excuses their actions, but it explains them. They are run mad and are no longer of themselves.’ He looked at the elderly chamberlain. She was upright and slender, supported by her tall staff. Her short hair was as glacial as her gown. ‘It is a hard thing to accept, my lord,’ she said. ‘I thought it would be the hardest,’ Guilliman agreed. ‘But what are brothers turned traitor compared to the death of three loyal sons? The survivors cannot refute it. Ferrus is dead. Corax, Vulkan, loyal all, and dead. Then, from the mouths of others, this news from Prospero. Magnus defying our father so much that they set the damned Wolves upon him? And now we hear from the Phall System, confirmation that Perturabo has indeed betrayed us…’ He rose to his feet. ‘What else? What else, I wonder? Is Terra already burning? Is my father already dead? If half of my brothers have turned to follow Horus’s treachery, then who remains? Three of those who might be counted loyal are already dead. Who else? Where is the Khan? Does Dorn burn along with Terra? Sanguinius and his Legion are said to be lost. The Lion has gone into the dark. Have the traitors hunted down the Wolf King and torn him to shreds? Am I alone now?’ ‘My lord, you–’ Guilliman held up his hand. ‘I am just thinking out loud, mam. I will be composed by the time I reach the hall. You know I will.’ She nodded. ‘All I can count upon is what I know as solid fact,’ said Guilliman. ‘Macragge still stands. My Legion still stands. While those two facts remain, there remains an Imperium.

We were more than human, greater than Space Marines, but while our assets were magnified, so too were our flaws. It didn’t matter at first, not while the Crusade roared on brightly, a comet bringing light to the benighted heavens. Rivalry soon became jealousy, envy; confidence grew into arrogance; wrath turned into homicidal mania. All of us were flawed, because to be human, even enhanced as we were, is to be flawed. A perfect state cannot be rendered from an imperfect design.