Book: The man who laughs. Page 19

There is something shameless in the sight of death, wielding the eyes of everyone. She insults the serenity of nothingness, working out of his laboratory out of the grave.

Such innocence in such darkness of life, such purity of arms, the anticipation of love is only possible in childhood, and all that is in the great light, pales before the Majesty of infants.

There are hours when the heart until feelings that are no longer able to accommodate them.

Insomnia how and sleep, full of visions.

The universe - a woman in love and her lover.

Bad thoughts - suicide of the soul.

- I died, you brought me back to life. When you're here, I feel close to him at the sky. Give me your hand: I want to touch God!

But the children unknown the way to break the prison doors, which is called suicide.

Dreams can be poisoned in the same way as flowers.

The soul of man is afraid of the meeting with the soul of the Universe.

Nature returned to him everything, even the face, because on earth I lived a blind angel, created on purpose for him, who had not seen his ugliness and unravel its beauty.

The soul in the hour of despair full of falling stars.

In essence there's nothing sustainable. Man is only a wave. Humanity is the sea.

In love especially delightful pause. As if these minutes accumulated tenderness, exploding then the sweet juices flowing.