"the mirror fights back" – 11432 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchJiddu Krishnamurti
The core of Krishnamurti\'s teaching is contained in the statement he made in 1929 when he said: \'Truth is a pathless land\'. Man cannot come to it through any organisation, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophic knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind . . . Statement by Krishnamurti in 1981. Jiddu Krishnamurti was born on 11th May 1895 in Madanapalle, a town in south India, the eighth child in a middle-class family. At an early age he was adopted by Annie Besant, then the President of the Theosophical Society, with its headquarters in Madras. She took Krishnamurti and his brother Nitya to England where she had them educated privately. On Krishnamurti\'s return to India while still in his teens, Theosophists proclaimed him to be the world teacher whose coming they had been awaiting. They built a large and rich order round him, with...
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ATArseny Tarkovsky
Arseny Alexandrovich Tarkovsky (Russian: Арсе́ний Алекса́ндрович Тарко́вский, June 25 [O.S. June 12] 1907, Elisavetgrad – May 27, 1989, Moscow) was a prominent Russian poet and translator. His poems appeared in the films The Mirror and Stalker, directed by Andrei Tarkovsky, his son. Tarkovsky was born in Elisavetgrad to the family of a Narodnik on June 24 N.S. 1907. By 1924 he had moved to Moscow, and from 1924-1925 he worked for a newspaper for railroad workers called "Gudok." Tarkovsky managed a section that was to be filled by an editorial written in verse, that was supposedly easier for the readers than the ordinary prosaic editorials. Each day, Tarkovsky would either write such poetical editorials himself, or find somebody else to do it. Needless to say, the poetry of these editorials...
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GKGabriel J. Khazini
Broken glass still echoes in his heart as broken mirrors, Heart that once danced love and fear... And thus all puppets sing the song that hurt the puppeteer
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the crow
un spectru bantuie Europa
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TJThe Rave parties going Jester
nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect
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The Shadow
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BBBen Ber
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Alex Dan
21 de ani,imi place singuratatea,observ si judec, imi place sa ma joc cu realitatea,scriu poezie si proza. Sper sa va placa...
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Matei Alexandru Marian
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Anca Emancipatu
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the mirror fights back
de Cantoriu Alex
aproape perfect, rânjesc la mâna care mă hranește de multe ori cu trei picioare rupte de perfecțiune mă închipui ca un om de oțel rupt de oboseală și purici. adesea căruntul acela ce-ți scoate ochii...
EgoPHobia #25 e online
de Sorin - Mihai Grad
De câteva zile pe www.egophobia.ro puteți citi EgoPHobia #25, care cuprinde: ~ editorial >>> Sorin-Mihai Grad – Douăzeci de ani degeaba? ~ invitat >>> Sorin-Mihai Grad – Andrei Ruse – invitatul din...
in the mirror is my life
de andronache virgil-nicolae
in the mirror is my life trăiesc. numai virtual mi se spune că sunt. că exist moloz. toate insectele universului numai când mă spăl pe dinți. spume la gură. numai atunci îmi amintesc. de ultima...
open up the mirror
de Ștefan Petrea
oglinda e lumea ta Invers poate dacă o vei putea deschide să pătrunzi în ea și timpul va curge invers tot în neant te vei duce dar măcar îți vei mai putea trăi o dată copilăria
a kind of self-portrait in the mirror
de Ela Victoria Luca
întorc oglinda îți văd chipurile traversând camera fiecare pe muchia lui fiecare spunând altă versiune a istoriei tale apariții bizare îți iscălesc numele pe mâneca mea pe tivul rochiei pe linia...
While the moon…
de Ileana Ioan
While the red moon started waxing I was laying on thy bed; Shadows of the night were dancing Round the candles by your bed. And as time was passing slowly Weariness grew in my head. In his arms I...
The Killer in Me
de Raluca
It was the cold shiver of sudden understanding that woke me from the trance: had I really done it or was it just my imagination? And with quivering arms I raised the gun, its barrel hot and smoking,...
Somewhere in the DARK ... It was a holy man
de Luca Tiberiu
Somewhere in the DARK ... It was a holy man For bein' dead so many lost live Wonder how long before the soul dies, Today I heard you cry for the firs time, It was the worst time The way I heard you...
An everlasting love
de Filip Ruxandra
It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...
Villanelle
de Théophile Gautier
When the new season comes When the cold shall have disappeared, The two of us will go, my lovely, To gather lillies-of the-valley in the woods. Beneath our feet loosening the dewdrops That one sees...