Quotes from Milorad Pavi?

Unfortunate and wretched are those who have respected a book they did not love and hated those they did.

I dream in a language I do not understand when I'm awake.

Tvoja prošlost se krije u tvom ?utanju, tvoja sadašnjica u tvom govoru, a tvoja budu?nost u tvojim pogrešnim koracima. Buku je lako napraviti. Napravi, ako možeš, tišinu!

He was half of something. A strong, beautiful, talented half of something that was, perhaps, even stronger, greater and more beautiful than he. He was, then, the magical half of something magnificent and unfathomable. She was a complete whole. A small, disoriented, not very strong or harmonius whole, but a whole all the same.

And so, when I began to read the proffered pages, I at one moment lost the train of thought in the text and drowned it in my own feelings. In these seconds of absence and self-oblivion, centuries passed with every read but uncomprehended and unabsorbed line, and when, after a few moments, I came to and re-established contact with the text, I knew that the reader who returns from the open seas of his feelings is no longer the same reader who embarked on that sea only a short while ago.

ZAR NE VIDIŠ DA NI TO LICE NA TEBI NIJE TVOJE? POGLEDAJ NA BILO KOJU FRESKU ILI SLIKU PA ?EŠ GA ZA?AS NA?I. TEBI JE SAMO PRIVREMENO DATO NA ?UVANJE, DA GA MALO NOSIŠ, KAO TU? ŠEŠIR, PA ?E OTI?I DALJE. TO ISTO VREDI I ZA TVOJ GLAS I ZVIŽDUK. OSVRNI SE, UOSTALOM, NA SVOJU SENKU, TU NA ZIDU, KOJA JE RASLA I GOJILA SE S TOBOM. U NJU ?EŠ JEDNOM LE?I POSLEDNJI PUT I ONA ?E TE NADŽIVETI.

Sneg je uvek beo, ali je svake godine druga?iji. Tako je i sa ljubavlju. Nije važno koliko je stara, nego da li se menja ili ne. Ako kažeš: moja ljubav je ve? tri godine ista, znaj da ti je ljubav umrla. Ljubav živi samo dok se menja. Kad prestane da se menja, to je kraj.

Da li znaš da ?itaš poljupce? Poljupci su kao ljubavna pisma. Mogu se pro?itati, a mogu se baciti nepro?itani. Poljubac može da zna?i zdravo! Ili laku no?, zbogom, ili dobro jutro! On zna?i dovi?enja, nosi izdaju i smrt, ili bolest, govori dobro došli, seti me se, ili sre?an put! Poljubac je zalog sre?e, se?anje, laž, obe?anje, ili dug sa kamatom. Vesnik radosti ili nesre?e. Kroz poljubac jedno naše telo odlazi u naše drugo telo...

A bird foraging for food in the swamps and marshes sinks rapidly if it doesn't move. It has to keep pulling its feet out of the mire to move on, regardless of whether it has caught something or not. And the same applies to us and to our love. We have to move on, we can't stay where we are, because we'll sink.

Each of us promenades his thought, like a monkey on a leash. When you read, you always have to such monkeys: your own and one belonging to someone else. Or, even worse, a monkey and a hyena. Now, consider what you will feed them. For a hyena does not eat the same things as a monkey...

On je bio polovina ne?ega. Snažna, lepa i darovita polovina ne?ega, što je možda bilo još snažnije, ve?e i lepše od njega. Bio je, dakle, ?arobna polovina ne?ega veli?anstvenog i nedoku?ivog. A ona, ona je bila potpuna celina. Mala, dezorijentisana, ne mnogo snažna ni skladna celina, ali celina.

He knew that when charging on horseback or making love exhaling was more important than inhaling.

Unutrašnja strana vetra je ona koja ostane suva dok vetar duva kroz kišu.

When we read, it is not ours to absorb all that is written. Our thoughts are jealous and they constantly black out the thoughts of others, for there is not room enough in us for two scents at on time.

Time comes not from the ground but from the underground. Time belongs to Satan; he carries it like a skein in the pocket of the devil, unravels it when his mysterious economies do dictate, and it should be wrested away from him. For, if one can ask and receive eternity from God, then we can take the opposite of eternity --time-- only from Satan...

Ali, upamti, pismen gleda u knjigu, nau?en gleda u mudrog, a mudar gleda u nebo ili u suknju, što može i nepismen...

Knowledge is a perishable commodity; it can turn sour in a second. Like the future.

He was creating the first letters of the Slavonic alphabet. He started with rounded letters, but the Slavonic language was so wild that the ink could not hold it, and so he made a second alphabet of barred letters and caged the unruly language in them like a bird.

Finally, in Bosnia I forgot my own name. That's an excellent basis for starting this course, I thought. Just as the thought of you is an excellent basis for a start. So as not to forget your name as well, I had to keep writing it down on water. On the Sava River. I don't know if you know that forests migrate?

For I was afraid of memory; I knew that our memories and reminiscences are like icebergs. We see only the tips in passing, but the mass of land under water slips by unseen and inaccessible. We do not feel their immeasurable weight simply because they lie submerged in time, as in water. But, if we carelessly find ourselves in their way, we shall run aground against our own past and be shipwrecked.

Now I had to acquire the skill of how to forget things the easiest and the fastest. Dreams are forgotten as soon as you pass through the nearest door. What remains is only the frame. But how to forget the language you dream in and grew up with?

La vida duele. Cada movimiento que hago está equivocado y cada palabra mía es errónea. Y cada uno de esos errores se paga caro… Entre nosotros, allá, el futuro es como un insomnio infinito, y el hombre es como un caracol; deja su pasado baboso tras de sí como una huella transparente y carga el futuro sobre su espalda como una concha de caracol en la que se ovilla cada noche para pernoctar…

Tesko onome kome dukate u kesi pojedu bakrenjaci i kome noc pojede dane.

He grew up and later lived with an insatiable wanderlust. He always carried a rug with him and used to say, "My home is where my rug is"; he spent the better part of his life among tribes so wild that, after shaking hands, he always had to count his fingers. Only illness provided some sort of island of peace in his life. As soon as he fell ill, he would forget every other language save his own.