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Post by **The Punisher** » Tue Jun 12, 2007 1:07 am

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter."

μου επιτρέπετε να προσθέσω το

... and one without a single tear"

στο παραπάνω?

debbie · Post by **debbie** » Tue Jun 12, 2007 1:21 am

όντως ισχύει...

ciao · Post by **ciao** » Tue Jun 12, 2007 4:25 am

Και αν μου επιτρέπεις και εμένα...
...and one without doing something useful for someone...

debbie · Post by **debbie** » Wed Jun 13, 2007 12:51 am

edit
και μία sum του από πάνω

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter
...one without a single tear
...and one without doing something useful for someone..."

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Things don't always work out like you plan
But you can't let that hold you back from trying again
Everyday is a new day, take it as it comes
There's a world out there waiting so seize it and run
You've got nothing to lose, and everything to gain...

ciao · Post by **ciao** » Thu Jun 14, 2007 3:19 am

Η ισχύς εν τη ενώσει...

Post by **The Punisher** » Fri Jun 15, 2007 3:52 am

You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

sandra · Post by **sandra** » Fri Jun 15, 2007 10:18 am

Punisher μικρός πρίγκηπας? Με έχουν αγγίξει πιο πολύ οι διάλογοι μεταξύ αλεπούς και πρίγκηπα. Εκεί πραγματικά είχα μείνει άφωνη με το πόσο απλά παρουσιάζει την αγάπη και την ανάγκη να έχεις κάποιον που να σκέφτεσαι και να φροντίζεις. Τελικά αυτό το βιβλίο είναι μέσα στα διδάγματα, όπως και να το κοιτάξεις...

debbie · Post by **debbie** » Fri Jun 15, 2007 3:45 pm

To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

Post by **The Punisher** » Sat Jun 16, 2007 1:57 pm

it was then that the fox appeared.
"good morning" said the fox.

"good morning"
the little prince responded politely
altho when he turned around he saw nothing.

"I am right here" the voice said, "under the apple
tree."

"who are you?" asked the little prince, and added,

"You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox", the fox said.

"Come and play with me,"
proposed the little prince, "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said,
"I am not tamed."

"AH please excuse me,"said the little prince.
But after some thought, he added:
"what does that mean---'tame'?"

"you do not live here," said the fox,
"what is it you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince.
"What does that mean---tame?"

"Men,"said the fox,
"they have guns, and they hunt.
It is very disturbing.
They also raise chickens.
These are their only interests.
Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince.
"I am looking for friends.
What does that mean---tame?"

"It is an act too often neglected,"
said the fox.
"It means to establish ties."

"To establish ties?"

"Just that," said the fox.
"to me, you are still nothing more than
a little boy who is just like
a hundred thousand other little boys.
And I have no need of you.
And you, on your part, have no need of me.
To you I am nothing more
than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.
But if you tame me, then we shall need each other.
To me, you will be unique in all the world.
To you, I shall be unique in all the world. . ."

"I am beginning to understand,"
said the little prince.

"There is a flower. . .I think she has tamed me. . ."

"It is possible," said the fox.

"On earth one sees all sorts of things."

"Oh but this is not on the earth!"
said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
"On another planet?"

"Yes"

"Are there hunters on that planet?"

"No"

"Ah that's interesting! Are there chickens?"

"No"

"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea.
"My life is very monotonous," he said.
"I hunt chickens; men hunt me.
All chickens are just alike,
and all the men are just alike.
And in consequence, I am a little bored.
But if you tame me,
it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life.
I shall know the sound of a step that will be
different from all the others.
Other steps send me hurrying back
underneath the ground.
Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow.
And then look:
you see the grain-fields down yonder?
I do not eat bread.
Wheat is of no use to me.
The wheat fields have nothing to say to me.
And that is sad.
But you have hair that is the color of gold.
Think how wonderful that will be
when you have tamed me!
The grain, which is also golden,
will bring me back the thought of you.
And I shall love to listen
to the wind in the wheat. . ."

The fox gazed at the little prince,
for a long time.
"Please---tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied.
"But I have not much time.
I have friends to discover,
and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames,"
said the fox.
" Men have no more time to understand anything.
They buy things all ready made at the shops.
But there is no shop anywhere
where one can buy friendship,
and so men have no friends any more.
If you want a friend, tame me. . ."

"What must I do, to tame you?
asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox.
First you will sit down
at a little distance from me
-like that-in the grass.
I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye,
and you will say nothing.
Words are the source of misunderstandings.
But you will sit a little closer to me,
every day..."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back
at the same hour," said the fox.
"If for example, you came at four o'clock
in the afternoon,
then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy.
I shall feel happier and happier
as the hour advances.
At four o'clock,
I shall be worrying and jumping about.
I shall show you how happy I am!
But if you come at just any time,
I shall never know at what hour
my heart is ready to greet you. . .
One must observe the proper rites. . ."

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected,"
said the fox.
"they are what make one day
different from other days,
one hour different from other hours.
There is a rite, for example, among my hunters.
Every Thursday they danse with the village girls.
So Thursday is a wonderful day for me!
I can take a walk as far as the vineyards.
But if the hunters danced at just any time,
every day would be like
every other day,
and I should never have any vacation at all."

So the little prince tamed the fox.
And when the hour of his departure drew near---

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince.
"I never wished you any sort of harm;
but you wanted me to tame you. . ."

"Yes that is so", said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!"
said the little prince.

"Yes that is so" said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox,
"because of the color of the wheat fields."
And then he added:
"go and look again at the roses.
You will understand now
that yours is unique in all the world.
Then come back to say goodbye to me,
and I will make you a present of a secret."

The little prince went away,
to look again at the roses.
"You are not at all like my rose," he said.
"As yet you are nothing.
No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one.
You are like my fox when I first knew him.
He was only a fox
like a hundred thousand other foxes.
But I have made a friend,
and now he is unique in all the world."
And the roses were very much embarrassed.
"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on.
"One could not die for you.
To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think
that my rose looked just like you
--the rose that belongs to me.
But in herself alone she is more important
than all the hundreds of you
other roses: because it is she that I have watered;
because it is she
that I have put under the glass globe;
because it is for her
that I have killed the caterpillars
(except the two or three we saved
to become butterflies);
because it is she that I have listened to,
when she grumbled,
or boasted,
or even sometimes when she said nothing.
Because she is MY rose."

And he went back to meet the fox.
"Goodbye" he said.

"Goodbye," said the fox.
"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye,"
the little prince repeated,
so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose
that makes your rose so important.

"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--
"said the little prince
so he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox.
"But you must not forget it.
You become responsible, forever,
for what you have tamed.
You are responsible for your rose. . ."

"I am responsible for my rose,"
the little prince repeated,
so that he would be sure to remember.

From the Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Τόσα πολλά νοήματα, τόσες πολλές αλήθειες ...

sandra · Post by **sandra** » Sat Jun 16, 2007 2:11 pm

Με πρόλαβες. Ακριβώς σε αυτό το κομμάτι αναφερόμουν και έψαχνα να παραθέσω. Απλά υπέροχο. Αυτό το βιβλίο με έχει σημαδέψει...

Serendipity · Post by **Serendipity** » Sat Jun 16, 2007 3:44 pm

Η πραγματική αγάπη είναι πάντοτε συνυφασμένη με την προσφορά, τη θυσία, την ανιδιοτέλεια. Αγάπη είναι να χαίρεσαι με αυτόν που χαίρεται και να λυπάσαι με αυτόν που πονά. Αυτός που αγαπά ανέχεται τον άλλο με τις ατέλειές του χωρίς να τον περιφρονεί, χωρίς καν να τον κάνει να νιώθει άσχημα για αυτό που είναι. Όταν αγαπάς ενδιαφέρεσαι τι θα γίνει ο άλλος, χωρίς όμως αυτό το ενδιαφέρον να γίνεται καταπίεση και επιβολή. Και αυτό, διότι η πραγματική αγάπη εμπεριέχει τον σεβασμό της ελευθερίας του άλλου, την εκτίμηση προς την προσωπικότητά του.

Post by **The Punisher** » Sat Jun 16, 2007 3:51 pm

Και αυτό, διότι η πραγματική αγάπη εμπεριέχει τον σεβασμό της ελευθερίας του άλλου, την εκτίμηση προς την προσωπικότητά του.

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αυτό ξεχνιέται εύκολα στις μέρες μας. είμαστε από τη φύση μας όντα καταπιεστικά, αλλά και οι σύγχρονοι ρυθμοί συμβάλλουν στο να πιέζουμε τους ανθρώπους που αγαπάμε.

AnINffected · Post by **AnINffected** » Sat Jun 16, 2007 4:16 pm

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Punisher = sandra = sandra + 1

Ο μικρός πρίγκηπας-πολύ συγκινητικό.
Απλά... τέλειο.
Σας ευχαριστώ!

Υ.Γ.Μακάρι να ήξερα Γαλλικά, για να το διάβαζα στη μητρική του γλώσσα.Για όσους ξέρουν όμως, υπάρχει ενα σχετικό link στο section Βιβλία, απ'ότι θυμάμαι...

sandra · Post by **sandra** » Sat Jun 16, 2007 4:38 pm

Το είχαμε συζητήσει τα Χριστούγεννα εδώ. Στην συνέχεια βέβαια έγινε συζήτηση γενικά για τα βιβλία

Πάντως είναι ένα βιβλίο που μπορεί να διαβαστεί από όλους σε κάθε ηλικία. όσες φορές και να πέσει στα χέρια μου, κι ας έχουν περάσει χρόνια από την πρώτη φορά βλέπω κάτι καινούργιο. Thanx Pun που το θύμισες. Και ανέξου για λίγο μερικές κάμπιες. Αξίζει για τις πεταλούδες που θα βγουν μετά

Serendipity · Post by **Serendipity** » Sun Jun 17, 2007 8:45 pm

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us when we cross into the shade."

debbie · Post by **debbie** » Mon Jun 18, 2007 12:24 am

Πέρασε η φωτιά,
ήρθε ο αέρας,
φούσκωσε η θάλασσα.

Πόσο δυσκολεύομαι να δεχτώ την κακία των ανθρώπων. Πάντοτε με εκπλήσσουν οι τρόποι που βρίσκει να εκδηλώνεται.
Και είναι τόσο κρίμα η φαντασία να διοχετεύεται σε νέους τρόπους να βλάψεις.

Πρέπει να φυσήξει κι άλλο.
Να καθαρίσει η ατμόσφαιρα.
Να πετάξει η κακία μακριά.

Τουλάχιστον δεν φοβάμαι τόσο πιά...

debbie · Post by **debbie** » Mon Jun 18, 2007 8:21 pm

Time always reveals,
What I could not see...
What upsets me most is not that you lied to me,
but that from now on I feel I can no longer believe you.
Another lesson learned.
You got what you wanted...

debbie · Post by **debbie** » Tue Jun 19, 2007 7:22 pm

It is by chance we met, by choice we became friends.
Friendship is a strange thing,
we find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives,
But what is a friend? A confidant?A shoulder to cry on?
An ear to listen? A heart to feel?...
A friend is all these things...and more.
No matter how we met, I call you friend.
A word so small yet so large in feeling,
a word filled with emotion.

ciao · Post by **ciao** » Wed Jun 20, 2007 3:45 am

Some things never change, but some things do change...

zweistein · Post by **zweistein** » Fri Jun 29, 2007 12:08 am

"Do you know what "nemesis" means?
A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent.
Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me."

-Alan Ford- (Snatch)

:P

ciao · Post by **ciao** » Sun Jul 01, 2007 5:49 pm

"Οι όμορφοι άνθρωποι έχουν ένα έργο σκληρό, δύσκολο στη φύση του. Να χαμογελάνε. Και εσωτερικά και εξωτερικά. Για όλους εμάς, τους λιγότερο όμορφους και να μας δίνουν κουράγιο, δύναμη για να αντιμετωπίζουμε τις ασχήμιες της ζωής. Οι ασχήμιες είναι όμως ανάλογες των αισθήσεων και ψευδαισθήσεων. Άλλοτε πραγματικές και άλλοτε παράγωγα ιδεολογιών, συνήθειας, ιδιοσυγκρασίας και συνείδησης. Γιατί το λέω αυτό. Απλούστατα, διότι για να αισθανθείς την ασχήμια και να καταβληθείς από αυτή, πρέπει να έχεις απολαύσει τις ομορφιές. Και το αντίστροφο. Η ισορροπία όμως έχει φάρο την ομορφιά. Οι όμορφοι κοιτάζουν τον εαυτό τους και εμείς αυτούς. Και η ζωή κυλά, και τα τραγούδια έρχονται..."

Μάνος Χατζιδάκις (κατά τη διάρκεια συνέντευξης στην ελληνική υπηρεσία του ΒΒC στο Λονδίνο)

Costantine · Post by **Costantine** » Sun Jul 01, 2007 6:08 pm