17 July 2007

La meva agenda de l'any passat!

Aquí teniu les frases cutres, frases profundes i demés que he escrit a la meva agenda aquest any. Preneu-vos-ho amb calma.

Here are the silly quotes, the deep quotes and all the rest that I've written in my school diary this year. Take it easy.



Haz como los peces: ¡NADA!
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
(12th September, when school started)

An important truth about language which the fixity of print can sometimes obscure: that it is always in flux, and that its form and expression are beyond the control of school, teachers or governments.

“Ah, you philosophise,” replied Villefort, after a moment’s silence […]; “well, sir, if, like you, I had nothing else to do, I should seek a more amusing occupation.”
“Now, really, let me ask, sir, have you? — do you believe you have anything to do? or, to speak in plain terms, do you really think that what you do deserves being called any thing?”
(Dumas)

Language is neutral, passive: only the uses to which it is put make it active.

“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
(Shakespeare)

Poursuis ta quête sans regarder derrière… N’attends pas que le jour se lève… Suis ton étoile, va jusqu’où ton rêve t’emporte, un jour tu le toucheras…
(Tros de lletra de Il Divo)

I’m looking for something that may not be seen
That lies in the heart of what never has been
Carried away on the wings of a moment
And all shall be well…
I’m looking for something that may not be heard
That lies in the heart of an unspoken word
Carried away on the wings of a moment
And all shall be well…
(Celtic song)

Monte-Cristo smiled.
“Really, sir,” he observed, “I see that in spite of the reputation you have acquired as a superior man, you contemplate every thing in the material and vulgar view of society, beginning with man, and ending with man — that is to say, in the most restricted, most narrow view which it is possible for human understanding to embrace.”
I el Villefort es queda a quadros!!
(Dumas)

No llora por haberle amor llagado,
que no le pena verse así afligido,
aunque en el corazón está herido;
mas llora por pensar que está olvidado.
(Tros de El pastorcico, d’autor anònim)

“Heigh ho!” said Lord Wilmore, with that tone which is only known to natives of Great Britain.
(Dumas)

Welcome, my knyght, my pees, my suffisance.
(From one of the first real English poems, I don’t remember which)

This sort of writing [half-chewed Latin] provoked Bishop Reginald Pecock to make what is, perhaps, the first proposal (in a long tradition of such proposals) to “purify” the English language. Latinate borrowings, he argued, should be purged. Instead of “impenetrable”, he proposed “ungothroughable”; instead of inconceivable, he suggested “not-to-be-thought-upon-able”. Pecock was not taken seriously…

Chantars no pot gaire valer,
si d’ins dal cor no mou lo chans;
ni chans no pot dal cor mover
si no i es fin’amors coraus.
Per so es mos chantars cabans
qu’en joi d’amor ai et enten
la boch’e-ls olhs e’l cor e’l seu.

Tal es el orgullo del hombre, que más quiere declarar en alta voz que las cosas son incomprensibles cuando no las comprende él, que confesar que el ignorarlas puede depender de su torpeza.
(Larra)

“¿Quién soy?”, gritaba, alborozado con el buen éxito de su delicada travesura. “¿Quién soy?” “Un animal”, iba a responderle; pero me acordé de repente de quién podría ser, y sustituyendo cantidades iguales: “Braulio eres”, le dije.
(Larra)

Philosophy consists, basically, in sitting for a while, deciding there is no such thing as reality, and then going off to lunch.

Quanti tasti ha il mio pianoforte,
tutti immobili come pensieri!
Il più basso la vita, il più acuto la morte;
la luce sui bianchi e la notte sui neri…
(Antonacci)

…En caballo con alas, hacia acá se encamina,
en el cinto la espada y en la mano el azor,
el feliz caballero que te adora sin verte…
(Darío)

…Como saco de sentido común es profundamente egoísta, por ser el egoísmo el sentido común moral.
(Unamuno)

Remember, remember,
The 5th of November;
Gunpowder, treason and plot!
(On the 5th of November… duh)

Qui de jove no sap fer-se castells a l’aire, de gran no pot fer-se una cabana a terra.

“Heute Nacht sind die Deutschen das glücklichste Volk in der Welt!”
(On the 9th of November, the speech of the mayor of Berlin in 1989)

Procuremos ser más padres de nuestro porvenir que hijos de nuestro pasado.
(Unamuno)

“She that finds a winter sunset
fairer than a morn of Spring”
(Tennyson)
That’s me! Me! Me! Hehe

My son, the world is dark with griefs and graves,
So dark that men cry out against the Heavens.
Who knows but that the darkness is in man?
(Tennyson)

Ars longa vita brevis.

golsong ty cowez
byz na borz mez
dyyskyn ha powes
ha zymo dus nes
(One of the earliest Cornish writings found)

Of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: “It might have been!”

L’alba part umet mar atra sol,
poy pasa bigil, mira clar tenebras…
(D’un poema mossàrab, s. XIII)

No sempre és fàcil ésser sincer amb un mateix. L’esperit, com el cos, acumula defenses a l’entorn de l’espina que hi ha restat clavada. Però el cos és més lleial, puix que tot el que fa conspira, amb èxit o sense, per desallotjar l’espina; mentre que l’esperit, moltes vegades, crea miratges consoladors, anestesia les zones adolorides, però no lluita pas per a extirpar la causa del dolor.
(Soldevila)

Mentira todo, fantasmas vanos que formamos en nuestra imaginación y vestimos a nuestro antojo, y los amamos y corremos tras ellos, ¿para qué?, ¿para qué? Para encontrar un rayo de luna.
(Bécquer)

I will go down with this ship, I won’t put my hands up and surrender…
(Tros de lletra de Dido)

Auriá benlèu pogut me faire autrament mas pensi qu’aquò èra pas de son poder; èrem totes presonièrs d’un sistema.
(Laus)

Quan lo rei tocava la noia ballava
i els ulls brillaven baixant pel camí.
Quan lo rei tocava la noia cantava
tota enamorada d’aquell violí.

Non voilh voler volatge
que’m volv e’m vir mes voluntatz
mas lai on mos vols es volatz.
(Rudel)

La Inquisición y la Sociedad, los dos azotes de la verdad.
(Pascal, qui si no!)

Consolaos: no es de vosotros de quienes debéis esperarlo; pero, al contrario, no esperando nada de vosotros, debéis esperarlo.
(Pascal)

A passage perillus maketh a port pleasant.
(Arthur Poole, inscription on the (inner) walls of the Tower of London)

The great and frequent tragedy of science is a beautiful hypothesis killed by an ugly fact.
(Huxley)

Laissant en arrière les étoiles,
aussi oubliant les fleurs,
je suive, toujours sans peur,
vers ce qu’il y a au devant…

Veritas liberabit vos.

Non c’è più tempo per guardare una stella sopra noi…
(Smith)

A mis soledades voy,
De mis soledades vengo,
Porque para andar conmigo
Me bastan mis pensamientos.
(Lope de Vega)

…For nothing worthy proving can be proven,
Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise,
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt,
And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith!
(Tennyson)

“This hour is thine:
Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree
Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath,
So in the light of great eternity
Life eminent creates the shade of death.
The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall,
But I shall reign for ever over all.”
(Tennyson)

Ama me fideliter,
Fidem meam noto;
De corde totalibur,
Et ex mente tota,
Sum presentialiter,
Absens in remota.

I entre glop i glop de cafè encara em va dir que la història més valia llegir-la en els llibres que no pas escriure-la a canonades.
(Rodoreda)

Scio cui credidi.
(“Conec a qui he cregut”, gravat sobre la làpida de Pascal)

És necessari que en tot diàleg o discurs que es pugui dir als que s’ofenen: “de què us queixeu?”
(Pascal)

Es una cosa monstruosa ver en un mismo corazón, y a un mismo tiempo, esta susceptibilidad ante las menores cosas y esta extraña impasibilidad ante las más grandes.
(Pascal)

Cuando todo se mueve igualmente, nada se mueve en apariencia, como acontece en un navío. Cuando todos van hacia el desorden, no parece que nadie vaya a él. Sólo el que se detiene puede hacer notar la marcha de los otros, como un punto fijo.
(Pascal)

No tienes que me dar porque te quiera;
pues aunque cuanto espero no esperara,
lo mismo que te quiero te quisiera.
(Anónimo)

When I was young and had nae sense,
I bought a fiddle for eitghteen pence;
But the only tune that I could play
Was LA GATETA ALUYA!!!
(On the 18th of march, my violin’s birthday! “La gateta Aluya” is “Over the hills and far away” in the original. :P)

Comme le bleu du ciel m’illumine,
Comme le vert du printemps m’emblouit,
Comme le monde chante sa vie au soleil,
Moi aussi j’ai besoin de joie!
(On the 21st of March)

Che sono grande da poco
E guardo ancora cogli occhi
Di chi s’aspetta un po di tutto…
(Antonacci)

Le cose che avanti sembravano banale,
Vissute da lontano sembrano più belle…
(Antonacci)

Sólo el que sabe es libre, y más libre el que más sabe… Sólo la cultura da libertad… No proclaméis la libertad de volar, sino dad alas; no la de pensar, sino dad pensamiento. La libertad que hay que dar al pueblo es la cultura.
(El 23 d’abril, Unamuno)

Mean what you say, say what you mean.

Vois-tu bien,
Les larmes, il n’est rien de plus sublime, rien…
(Rostand)

…Un serment fait d’un peu plus près, une promesse
Plus précise, un aveu qui veut se confirmer…
(Més tard, no sé qui (Gilbert O'Sullivan, potser?) en faria una versió sota el nom de “What’s in a kiss… have you ever wondered just what it is…?" etc etc. :P Rostand)

Lanquand li jorn son lonc en mai
M’es bels douz chans d’auzels de loing,
E qand me sui partitz de lai
Remembra’n d’un amor de loing.
(L’1 de maig, Rudel)

Linda rossa, flor de abril,
muy süave, doñeguil,
vuestra presencia gentil
adoro e adoraré;
aunque sufra penas mil,
otra nunca serviré.
(That’s the spirit! That’s my boy! xD Villasandino)

Vex not thou the poet’s mind
With thy shallow wit!
(Tennyson)

…a mi, que no tinc ossos que sóc un sospir que no arribo a ser ni la ploma que bufaré per espantar-vos.
(Rodoreda)

Tot i essent tan petitona…
–una roseta de maig
tu eres–, quan et veierem
per dar-te el primer esguard.
(El 25 de maig…)

Vous êtes jeune, vous, répondit Athos, et vos souvenirs amers ont le temps de se changer en doux souvenirs!
(Dumas)

Quod humana ratio non invenit, fides capit.
(What human reasoning can’t embrace, fath understands.)

Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet; […]
All softly playing,
With head to music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.
(Joyce)

Study like you are going to live forever, live like you are going to die tomorrow.

Respect bacteria! They’re the only culture some people have!

The most pleasing memories are when you look back and remember that, even though it was hard, you did the right thing.

Et voilà.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Jo nena, l'agenda devia servir només per a les dites aquestes, perquè no crec que et capigués res mes!! :-) Les he començat a llegir, crec que si faig una ratio de cinc per dia acabaré a finals d'any...

Adasa Aeneas said...

Pues a mi se me ha hecho corto... muy interesante, noia. Me gusta, me gusta... Kissito

Gem said...

*Giggles* Cada cop t'admiro més, Lsep!! That was Hilarious!!! With capital "h"!! M'ha encantat!

Eliweski said...

Per cert, "conec a qui he cregut" ho va dir l'apòstol Pau abans de Pascal... "for I know whom I have believed, and I'm persuaded that He is able to keep that which I've commited unto Him against that day". Ho poso en anglès perquè és com ho vaig memoritzar... :-)

The Jungle Uncle said...

Fewwwwwww! Your piggies must have hurt after typin' so much! Great interesting stuff, Wendy!

LSEP said...

Jaaaaaaaa Eliweski, però una cosa no treu l'altra!!

My piggies don't hurt, but it's full of typos because I was looking at the agendam which was on my lap, instead of the computer screen while I was writing!