Quotes

Milanković - Quotes

As the lightning in the dark night light to the passenger the whole horizon before him, such as the lightning in the brain of a genius man opened new vistas in science and discovering new areas of science.

His rays of the sun obsjava his family, osunčava our country and thereby nourishes and cherishes its organic beings. This insolation of Earth obey the law inevitably also accurate as Newton's law of gravity.

Our atmosphere, no doubt about it, women's nature, it flashes the ardent kisses of the sun, clouds, and is often frowned, and whenever the roaring and raging zipara.

My theory is caught deep roots in science, it will serve future generations. Therefore, working on her bibliography, I look to myself as a cat, which, running in a circle, vi its own tail, and can not make the catch.

Now I'm sitting, perhaps the last time in his garden pavilion, and I write these lines ... His assets can take various forms, and may not be always material, but must not be, and spiritual. If you allow, and that its shape, then the homeless will not be poor "

Through the Universe and the ages (section)

- Imagine, dear friends, that we are at the foot of a handsome hill. Its slopes are covered with punches left, grass, moss, leaves the travinih proviruju clod of earth, gravel and kamičci, and the grass is dry leaves, pine needles and Sisarica. One of these paths winding hill, sprinkled with fresh sand, through a small side of the hill úsek Cedi water. Start the winter. First snow falls, easy, clean, white, and while we uspesmo hill to the summit, is covered with grass and trees, a thin, wet layer. I'm made of snow, a small chest and threw it to the rolling series of Breg. In each of its trades, the lump some experience. Here are imprinted in her pine needles, gravel, grain here, there piece of rock. It rolls on and is getting bigger, leaving their mark in the snow. When crossing these paths, it odenula sand, a little further caught the pine Sisarić, here is hooked and bring them with him blade of grass, and there dry oak ballot. Potok it okvasio water. It rolls, it grows and carries all the impressions of his times, the history of his life ...
... If you and for us there are no such unambiguous natural laws which regulate the flow of our lives, then we are in the category of such nehomolomnih system. I left in us, as in that breast, every moment of our lives his impression, his blade of grass, leaves, its grain of gravel. So as the snowy balls you impressions chooses its movement, so they play with us his driving or his role in repelling the course of our lives. These impressions, the grass and the accumulated snow and sand, it is our "I".
So our "I" in a sense, the letter-box which is placed archives of our lives. But not only that, in this case lie and all documents the life of our father, grandfather and great-grandfather, is our whole race, and our upbringing. All these influences, as well as those leaves, grass, in the course of our life, and therein lies what is called our free will ...
... So as we live in The whole history of life on earth, and so will we live in our descendants. Because we are mortal. Even if you do not leave offspring behind us, our life has left a trace, as well as those which the ball is in the snow hill, outlined his path. When the summit of hills throw another handful of snow, it will, when faced with this track, feel it, odskočiće, and perhaps will follow her footsteps.
When the sun melts the snow one piece of a cake, crucifixion was evaporated, she finished her history of breast, but there will be pieces of her remains, since nothing is lost in our universe.

Memories, experiences and knowledge (section)

- When the night fell and the sky appeared in that legion of stars who are seen only in the wild, the Danube looked more beautiful, more mysterious and nobler than during the day. And when it forms moonlight, it was magical. It was a pleasure to sit in our garden, to observe its silver talaščiće and listen to their noise. On the other side of his flesh with the song Hora trees countless singers. These were the frogs ... we gladly listen to the music. It was the anthem of life, nature and eternal Zvezdan sky over our heads.

About his theory

Once you've caught big fish, smaller you are no longer interesting. I worked 25 years for his theory of insolation, and now when it is over, I lost my job. I am too old to start work on a new theory, a theory of this size as I finished, simply do not grow on trees