"Note to myself" – 15070 rezultate
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The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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nicoleta d.
no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...
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CACarlos Drummond de Andrade
Born October 31, 1902(1902-10-31) Itabira, Minas Gerais, Brazil Died August 17, 1987 (aged 84) Rio de Janeiro Occupation Poet Nationality Brazilian Literary movement Modernism Carlos Drummond de Andrade (October 31, 1902 - August 17, 1987) was perhaps the most influential Brazilian poet of the 20th century. He has become something of a national poet; his poem "Cançăo Amiga" ("Friendly Song") was printed on the 50 cruzados note. Drummond was born in Itabira, a mining village in Minas Gerais in southeastern Brazil. His parents were farmers of Portuguese ancestry (and remote Scottish ancestry). He went to a school of pharmacy in Belo Horizonte, but never worked as a pharmacist after graduation. He worked in government service for most of his life, eventually becoming director of history for the National Historical and Artistic Heritage Service of Brazil. Though his earliest poems are formal and satirical, Drummond quickly adopted the new forms of Brazilian modernism that were evolving in...
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ADAlfred Döblin
Alfred Döblin (n. 10 august 1878, Stettin — d. 28 iunie 1957, Emmendingen, lîngă Freiburg) a fost un scriitor german, considerat a fi unul din principalii reprezentanți ai expresionismului în literatură. Lucrarea ce i-a adus notorietate mondială este romanul Berlin Alexanderplatz (1929). Romanul "Berlin Alexanderplatz" (povestea lui Franz Biberkopf) a fost publicat și în România, (ediția 1, Editura Romanul secolului XX, 1987; ediția a 2-a, Editura Paralela 45, Pitești, 2005), traducere și note de Ion Roman. *** = Selected bibliography = Die Ermordung einer Butterblume Die drei Sprünge des Wang-Lun (The Three Leaps of Wang-Lun) Wadzeks Kampf mit der Dampfturbine Der schwarze Vorhang Wallenstein Berge, Meere und Giganten (Mountains, Seas and Giants) Die beiden Freundinnen und ihr Giftmord Reise in Polen (Journey To Poland) Manas Berlin Alexanderplatz Die Ehe Unser Dasein Babylonische Wandrung (Babylonian Wandering) Pardon wird nicht gegeben (Men Without Mercy) Amazonas-Trilogie (Vol. 1...
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NBNilgun Bari
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
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Dan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
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Silviana
Vreau ceva consistent! Palpabil! Adevărat! În afară de cuvinte, n-am nimic! Cuvintele sunt cea mai mare bogăție a mea…restul e tăcere…vid…întuneric și nimic . Nu mă încarc cu regrete. Știu cine sunt. Dar toată lumea spune ca sunt nebună. Irațională și haotică. So what if I’m so…? It’s funnier ! Not to care and struggle…not to worry and have doubts….It’s heaven here! E much much better! Pentru că nu-mi pasă decât de tot ce e frumos și bun. Dau toxicul la schimb pentru zen. Și zen-ul ăsta e bun. E zen-ul meu, în care pot fii așa cum vreau, fără să-mi pese. Și nu-mi pasă…drept pentru care continui să fiu așa. Nimic interzis, nimic dubios…nimic nu e imposibil la mine pentru mine. Sunt cine vreau să fiu, și mă simt extraordinar de bine în compania mea . Ce praf sunt, am uitat să mă prezint…
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NGNadine Gordimer
Premiul Nobel pentru Literatură. Nadine Gordimer (n 20 noiembrie 1923 în Springs, provincia Gauteng, Transvaal) este cea mai cunoscută scriitoare sud-africană. Nadine Gordimer s-a născut într-o familie de emigranți evrei săraci. Ea a început să scrie foarte devreme și prima ei carte s-a publicat când avea 14 ani. În 1974 primește premiul Booker Prize, iar în 1991 va fi desemnată cu Premiul Nobel pentru Literatură. Romane Zile mincinoase (romanul ei de debut) (The Lying Days, 1953) O lume de străini (A World of Strangers, 1958) (Occasion for Loving, 1963) (The Late Bourgeois World, 1966) Un oaspete de onoare (A Guest of Honour, 1970) Ecologistul, distins cu Premiul Booker (The Conservationist, 1974) Fiica lui Burger (Burger's Daughter, 1979) Oamenii lui Julie (July's People, 1981) (Sport of Nature, 1987) Povestea fiului meu (My Son's Story, 1990) Nimeni care să mă însoțeasca (None to Accompany Me, 1994) Arma din casa (The House Gun, 1998) (The Pickup, 2001)
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Anca Sandu
not much to tell...
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Phoebe Pratten
Phoebe Pratten was born in Canberra Australia in 1975. At the age of three, she was diagnosed with Peripheral Neuropathy. By 14 she was not able to walk anymore, as the disease affected the muscles. At the same time she couldn\'t make use of her hands or her arms, so she needed to find different ways of holding the pen. Her interests include art, alternative health and writing poetry. The first collection of poetry \"Layers of Silence\" was published in 1999.
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