Friday, February 15, 2008

Thought-flowers

We are the miracles that God made
To taste the Bitter fruit of Time

Come, come whoever you are, whether you be fire-worshippers, idolaters or pagans. Ours is not the dwelling place of despair. All who enter will receive a welcome here – sign at Jelaluddin Rumi’s mausoleum

By Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Damn it, I thought, blushing is so disloyal

I returned home tormented by the little demon who whispers into our ear the devastating replies we didn’t give at the right time.

it was in reality a difficult conversation between cordial enemies

Now you know Delgadina, that fame is a very fat lady who doesn’t sleep with you, but when you wake she’s always at the foot of the bed, looking at us

Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love

Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love

In the end it is impossible not to become what others believe you are – Julius Caesar (?)

Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent – Eleanor Roosevelt

It may be better to simplify a process rather than train people to cope with the complexity – Edward de Bono

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Please, Nirvana, can't you do something about your layout? I'd love to come to your blog and have a nice clean page!
sorry about my insistance!
yves

Nirvana said...

Hi Yves,

Appreciate your comments. Please let me know how exactly u want me to improve the layout and i will try to do the same. I presume the current bullet format is one of your peeves

Regards

Nirvana