Dijana Obradović

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"Čovek nije drvo i vezanost je njegova nesreća. Oduzima mu hrabrost, umanjuje sigurnost. Vezujući se za jedno mesto, čovek prihvata sve uslove, čak i nepovoljne i sam sebe plaši neizvesnošću koja ga čeka. Promena mu liči na napuštanje, na gubitak uloženog. Neko drugi će zaposesti njegov osvojeni prostor i on će počinjati iznova. Ukopavanje je pravi početak starenja, jer je čovek mlad sve dok se ne boji da započinje. Ostajući, čovek trpi ili napada. Odlazeći, čuva slobodu, spreman je da promeni mesto i nametnute uslove. Kuda i kako da ode? Nemoj da se smešiš, znam da nemamo kud. Ali možemo ponekad stvarajući privid slobode. Tobože odlazimo, tobože menjamo. I opet se vraćamo, smireni, utešljivo prevareni. - Ako je vraćanje cilj, čemu onda odlaženje? - Pa u tome i jeste sve: vraćati se. S jedne tačke na zemlji čeznuti, polaziti i ponovo stizati. Bez te tačke za koju si vezan, ne bi voleo ni nju ni drugi svet, ne bi imao odakle da pođeš, jer ne bi bio nigde. A nisi nigde ni ako imaš samo nju. Jer tada ne misliš o njoj, ne čezneš, ne voliš. A to nije dobro. Treba da misliš, da čezneš, da voliš." - Meša Selimović "- Vidi... U nekog se zaljubiš, ali ne dospeš da ga voliš... Posebno kad si mlad.... - Zaljubiš se... Ali ga ne voliš? Zar to nije... Isto? - Ne znam... Meni nije... Zaljubiš se jer... Je to tebi potrebno... A voliš... Jer je to potrebno nekom drugom... Ne misliš? Jedno je kad čeznes za nekim ko je daleko... A drugo kad čeznes za nekim ko je kraj tebe... Tek onda je to...." ''She belonged to me'', he said simply. ''She was, you know, all the things I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. She could paint circles around anyone - I can't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports - I've always been'', he lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. ''HER HAND'' he said, ''IT FIT MINE.'' "Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts, don’t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Act because you need to act." "You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there." "Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart." ''If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.'' "I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles." "Vidiš, Sarajevo je srednjeg roda... Kao dete... Zaigrano... Prostodušno... Naivno... Beograd je, recimo, Taj Beograd... Muškarčina... Švaca i galamdžija u raspasanoj beloj košulji, na hoklici pred prepadnutim svircima... i Zagreb je Gospon Zagreb... Koketni gebelovski brčići, prefrigani šmek preko jutarnje štampe... Najveću larmu podigne kad zvecne kašičicom o rub porculanske šoljice... Pa Gospođa Ljubljana... Snežna Kraljica... Uobražena, elegantna, racionalna... Koja je tako hladno napustila taj brak iz računa čim je shvatila da računa više nema... A Sarajevo... Lakoverno, detinjasto... Zato ono prvo i pruža ruke...“ "I, više nego dovoljno godina kasnije, možda nečija, možda proseda, možda bez ikoga, ti ćeš ugledati belog leptira na jorgovanu, i širom otvoriti prozore mameći ga da ti sobu opraši polenom i prolećem. A ulicom će upravo prolaziti mali Cigan sa violom, videćeš samo drozdovo pero na šeširu kako promiče za šimširom, i začućeš Neku Staru Dobru Nepoznatu Pesmu, koju prvi put slušaš, a godinama je znaš... I zaplakaćeš, istog časa... I najzad shvatiti kako sam te voleo.."

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