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Еве неколку мои мисли и мудрости

Патриотите кој што постојано јавно зборуваат дека ќе го дадат својот живот за татковината, живеат во просек 87.2 години на нејзина сметка.
Со празен стомак се оди само на операција за слепо црево и анален секс.
Македонија е град во Охајо, а не центар на светот.
Бричењето без пари на бербер е привилегија на мртовците.
Специјалниот хендикеп е уште познат како македонска фудбалска репрезентација.
 
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Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
 

The Magus

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Agent Smith: I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague and we are the cure.
 
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O how may I ever express that secret word?
O how may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.



 

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se prashuvam dali vredi da trosham energija za da ja podobram mojata lichnost., koga se okolu mene e na krajot od ambisot;)
 
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ONCE UPON A TIME AN ANGEL WAS GOING back to heaven after fulfilling the errand for which he
had been sent to the earth. It was a dark night, no moon in the skies, not even stars. The earth was enveloped
by dark clouds. But the moment the angel was just entering into those dark clouds, he saw a miracle
happening just beneath him. He saw a forest full of light. He was puzzled. He had been to this part many
times, he was well-acquainted with the earth. He had never seen such a thing before. And the light was no
ordinary light. It had the quality of bliss, blessing in it.
Just seeing that light, the angel felt more blissful than he had ever felt before, trot even in the company
of the gods, not even in heaven had he seen such a luminous phenomenon.
The light was arising out of a small mango grove and was spreading all over the forest. And it was so
powerful that he could see the foliage of the trees, the flowers of the trees, and the small lake just by the side
of the grove. He became intrigued. He descended back to the earth.
As he was descending he was surprised even more. There was a soundless sound permeating the whole
atmosphere -- the soundless sound that is known in the East as PRANAVA, OMKAR -- as if the whole
forest was chanting 'om'.
It was such a benediction. And not only that; more surprises were waiting for him. The moment he
descended near the grove, he felt a fragrance absolutely unknown, unheard-of, even in heaven. This was
nothing earthly. It was not even heavenly. It was beyond.
He entered the grove. He could not figure it out -- what is happening there? Another surprise: a man was
just sitting there under an ancient old tree, meditating. Then things were not so difficult to understand.
So he thought, "This man has become a Buddha. This man has come home... the light, the fragrance, the
sound, are coming out of this man." As he came closer to this man, more and more he was filled by his
presence. The whole forest was agog -- a new vibe, a new life. He could see trees blooming out of season.
And there was such silence, absolute silence. And in that absolute silence there was that soundless sound.
The WHOLE forest -- the trees and the lake and the mountains -- all chanting. He fell into the feet of this
man, opened his third eye -- this angel -- and tried to see what he was doing inside.
It is said that angels have the capacity to look into human minds. They can find out what thoughts are
moving there. But the more he tried, the more he felt it was impossible -- there was no thought moving
inside. There was utter emptiness, just nothingness. He started feeling afraid. He knows the nothingness of
the sky, he knows the infinity of the sky, but this was deeper than that. It had a depth unknown to him. It
was abysmal. He started feeling afraid he may get lost into it, he may not be able to return back.
But the attraction was too much. He was ready even to get lost. He tried hard, he pulled himself deeper
and deeper into this silence. He ran inside this man's consciousness, but he could not find a single iota of
thought. So he could not figure out what this man was doing.
He came out, turned himself into a man, bowed down, touched the feet of this man, and said, "Sir, please
come out of your samadhi and enlighten me as to what is happening inside, because I don't see a single
thought. Even gods are so full of thoughts! What has happened to you? You have become so utterly silent,
even dead bodies are not so utterly silent! -- the old thoughts go on like old dust floating in the mind -- even
if the man is dead the thoughts continue for a time. The mind goes on clicking just out of old habit. What
has happened to you? You are alive!"
The man looked at the angel, didn't say a single word, but smiled. That smile was like an infection,
hypnotic. And the angel felt the pull of the smile. That smile was transforming, that smile was a great
challenge, that smile was a provocation, that smile was a seduction. That smile invited him to the inner
world of this man. And again the man closed his eyes, but somehow the angel also felt to close his eyes. He
had got the hint.
The man had said, "I cannot tell you what it is, but I can show you the way. Just sit like me, just be like
me. You have looked into my emptiness, just be empty. Only by being is there a way to understanding."
And he had not uttered a single word, but that smile was his sermon. He had said all that is contained in
the Vedas and the Koran and the Bible and Dhammapada and Gita. He had said all without saying a single
word. He had said that which cannot be said.
And the angel closed his eyes, sat in silence, and started disappearing.
 

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zhenata ne prestavuva samo kozha., lice., i telesni proporcii., ., zhenata pretstavuva dusha
 
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Ако некогаш на животниот пат паднеш, стани, истреси ја прашината од неуспехот и продолжи понатаму, затоа што не губат оние што паднале, туку оние кои останале да лежат!
 
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neznam kolku kje se sofpadne tekstov koj go iam napishano ovde .. no mislam deka e vo red ako go smestam ovdeka .
Zavrzan...nemoze da mrda...crnoto e belo i beloto e crno. Se bara vo tugja nasmevka...Se bara vo tugj shepot..se bara vo tugji oci...tugji solzi. Go nema... Okovite pocnaa da mu pravat rani...Krvta kapka po kapka ja snemuva. A nemoze li da se izvlece? Nema zrak shto go gree. Kade i zoshto mu e sega produhovenosta koja ja barashe, i go donese na krajot na svetot. Sekoe skalilo pogore go boleshe se povekje, a ne si dopushtashe da ostane dole...Obicen covek vo ocite na umetnik.
Shto go goneshe? Zarem nekoj monstrum pa go terashe da brza? Zar vremetu mu istekuvashe prebrzo? Nikoj ne simna kapa na negovata hrabrost i mudrost. Beshe brz kako strmna reka...ladna...Nedopren od opshtestvoto, mu nanesuvashe bolka. Gi ceneshe tie shto nemaa hrabrost za da bidat uporni, i im pomagashe, se iskaci na najvisokoto drvo, no sred pusta shuma. Go nemashe ni vetrecot da mu pravi drushtvo....Obicen covek vo ocite na umetnik.
A kako li se cuvstvuva? Dali od maka ili od srekja e vakov? Posadi mnogu....no kolku izrasna? Nemashe ni susha ni poplava, a vo nego se ragjaa okjeani koi nosat pesocni buri. I izrasna i ostare...i ostana istiot. Gi galeshe oblacite koi mu begaa od race. Paleshe svekja vo nokj za da ne bide osamen. A shto se sluci koga taa dogore?....Obicen covek vo ocite na umetnik.
Tagata pretstavuvashe zadovolstvo....za dlabokite lugje ovdeka se krie srekjata...Sentimaentalen od odnadvor grub...se bori se duri zelezoto ne dojde do koska...Se navrakja i patuva vo vecnosta...toj golem covek...presiten za srcata vo koi nema mesto, a go imashe vo sekoj stranec...i beshe i e, i odeshe i kje patuva, i talkashe i se mireshe, i placeshe i kolneshe....no nishto ne mu ja odzema nasmevkata. Toj golem covek.....no, samo,...Obicen covek vo ocite na umetnik.
 

Afro Samurai

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When something bad happens, it's okay to sit down and cry, feel bad, regret, mourn and do everything else...but remember that the life goes on...so you better get up, suck it up, and keep on runnin'.
 

shutrak

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kako shto postoi potreba od red,taka postoi potreba i od haos. Kogaima potreba od red napravete red,koristete go svesniot del od umot., koga ima potreba od haos,potprete se na potsvesta i dopushtete haosot da postoi
 

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shto e muzika., <> ne veruvam vo zanes. seto toa e glupost., iluzija.,<> a muzikata e samo buchava i nishto poveke ili pomalku<> jas
 

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