Quotes from Milorad Pavi?

Misfortune comes from all successful attempts at education.

It has been said ever since that the Brankoviches of Erdély count in Tzintzar, lie in Walachian, are silent in Greek, sing hymns in Russian, are cleverest in Turkish and speak their mother tongue --Serbian-- only when they intend to kill.

In Hungary, in Szentendre, there is a cafe they call Nostalgia. They serve coffee with cinnamon there, and I seem to be having cinnamon in my coffee more and more often.

What binds me to the trees is something they know how to do and I don't. All that binds the trees to me is my dogs ,who love me more tonight than other nights. For their hunger is more beautiful when they are hungry from the trees than hungry from me.

Si vas en la dirección que tu miedo crece, vas por buen camino. Y que Dios te ayude.

Masculine and feminine stories cannot have the same ending.

Reading is really like trying to hit one tossed stone with another; the consonants are the stones, the vowels their velocity.

Here lies the reader who will never open this book. He is here forever dead.

Always remember - you work because you don't know how to live. If you knew how to live, you would not work, and science wouldn't exist for you. But everybody taught us only how to work, not how to live. I don't know how to live either.

Ponekad davna prole?a, puna toplote i mirisa, procvetaju još jednom u nama. I mi ih pronosimo kroz sadašnju zimu štite?i ih prsima. A onda, jednoga dana, ta davna prole?a po?nu štititi naša prsa od mraza kad se na?emo s one strane prozora na kojoj mraz nije samo slika. (...) Zamisli sada, u ovoj zimi, dva takva prole?a što se dodiruju kao dve livade mirisama. Eto šta nam je potrebno umesto ogrta?a.

The hierarchy of death is, in fact, the only thing that makes possible a system of contracts between the various levels of reality in an otherwise vast space where deaths endlessly repeat themselves like echoes within echoes...

Sometimes bygone springs, full of warmth and scent, blossom yet again inside us. And we carry them through the winter, protecting them with our chests. Then, one day, those bygone springs begin protecting our chests from the frost when we find ourselves on the other side of the window, where winter is not just a picture.

Tenecki smelled smoke, cursed, and thought: -Never enough time for eternity!!

All things followed one code when on the rise and another when on the fall, that departures and returns did not come under the same law, and that the same agreements did not apply before and after a victory.

There is not a thing in the world that won't become true one day, just as a stopped clock always has a moment when it is accurate.

How easily language makes one remember something that that language neither says nor wants to say and that would never occur to you, no matter what you are told.

Ima istina kojima ?ovek pomaže da umru—re?e ona—i sam ?ovek je istina koja umire.

Love creates lovers, not lovers love.

God is pleased by your intentions, but not by your deeds

Sve budu?nosti imaju jednu veliku vrlinu: nikad ne izgledaju onako kako ih zamišljaš.

Leander: "I've been dead for three days now. And you?

Enemies are always the same, or become so with time, for they could not be enemies otherwise. It is those who actually differ among themselves who pose the greatest danger. They long to meet one another, because their differences do not bother them. And they are the worst. We and our enemies will combine forces to fight those who allow us to differ from them and do not let this difference disturb their sleep; we will destroy them in one fell swoop from three sides...

La vita umana è una strana cosa: la meta non si trova alla fine, bensì a metà strada; corri, ma forse hai oltrepassato da tempo il segno d'arrivo senza sapere, senza accorgerti che l'hai fatto né quando, e forse non lo saprai mai. Perciò continui a correre.

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