Book: The witch of Portobello. Page 1

From that moment I could only remain silent, not imputing their love in empty and worthless words.

It's very simple and at the same time extremely difficult. Just because you only need to change the attitude and say to yourself: "I will Not seek happiness". And from that moment I am free and independent and see the world own and not someone else's eyes. Going to look for not happiness, and adventure.
But it is difficult because people have given me: happiness is the only goal worth striving for. How not to look for him? Why join on a dangerous path that others walk not at risk?
And what, in the end, happiness?
Love, answer me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary: love is the longing and confusion of the fight, this night without sleep, when tormented by the question whether you do. True love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
Money brings happiness. Very well, who has enough money to provide a higher standard of living, can no longer work. However, they work feverishly, as if afraid to lose everything. Bring money... no, not happiness, and money. Poverty might bring unhappiness, but the reverse is not true.
When I am among a few people want to provoke them by asking one of the most important questions of our existence, all answer: "I'm happy".
I continue: "But don't you want more? Don't you want to continue growth and development?" "Of course I do", with one voice answer me.
"Then you're not happy," I say. And my interlocutors prefer to change the subject.

The soul has no age, and I don't understand why we were so concerned with running time.

The light is unstable and the wind extinguishes it, lightning ignites again, it never will be right here shining like the sun - still, it is worth to fight for it.

From birth, we are accompanied by the expression "Time is money". Each of us knows what money is, but who will undertake to define the meaning of "time"? The day consists of twenty-four hours and the astronomical numbers of moments. We need to realize and appreciate each of them and be able to apply them to what we do, even if we just contemplate life. If you slow things down, everything will have more duration. Of course, this applies to washing dishes, and podbivaniya balance, and repayment, but why at the same time to think about something pleasant, do not rejoice already the fact that you're alive?

Everything is moving, and at their own pace. And all that moves in its own rhythm, generates the sound. This happens here and in any other point of our planet. Our ancestors, when hid from the cold in their caves, too, I noticed this: everything moves and makes noise. They probably took it with fear, and then began to understand that it comes in contact with them the Supreme Being. And they began to imitate those sounds, play around, hoping that there is a connection with this Creature. So there was music and dance.

Love cannot be measured as length of road or the height of the building.

Sometimes love pushes us into the abyss, but it's not so bad - worse than that with him we entrained to the death of a loved one.

There's no better occasion to master myself than to try to learn how to look at you more.

... to learn to break the rules, you must first get to know them and learn to follow them...

True love is composed of ecstasy and agony...

No one sacrificed his greatest treasure, the name of which was love.
No one entrusts their dreams in the hands of those who are able to destroy them.
Only Athena.

No one lights a candle to hide it behind the door, for the light then and there, to Shine, to open people's eyes, to show what miracles around.

No one no one can manipulate. Both aware of what they are doing, even if later one of them will complain that it has been used.