Book: The Mirror Of Cassandra

People gliding by, like a liquid, current infinitely somewhere weight. They don't even understand his own happiness - there is every day fresh food, but still a choice. They don't even appreciate what they have money, a roof, a warm place to sleep... Only when you lose something, you realize what a privilege it was possession.

All-new exciting, all familiar lulls.

Enough to look closely at any thing and it will be interesting.

Nothing dies, nothing is born, all transformered.

What we misunderstood the first time, happening to us again. A little bit different. If we still do not understand, the event returns to until we will not learn the lesson completely.

I'll give him all my love. Get a job. Day going to work and to love each other, and night will save the world. No one will know. We'll be like superheroes in the comics. And we're going to have three children. Suddenly her smile disappears. And if he is tired? But if he gets tired of me? But if, seeing me every day, he stops me to appreciate? But if a pregnancy would ruin my figure and I would find her not so attractive? But if he would only notice my flaws? And if he cheated on me with a younger girl who would agree to engage with him in bed what I do hate? It is better now to abandon the relationship, since I'm not sure of anything than to wait until he will leave me for this whore that will definitely sluttier me. What a scoundrel! And I'm so happy and wanted to give him. I wanted to give him her heart and he is the head of the penis. How dare he ruin everything, because our relationship might become pure and beautiful.

The pessimist is well informed optimist.

People with the song marching to his death. As in the movie "Titanic." The fact that he holds the world record for attendance, is very revealing, isn't it? All felt that this film, on the example of individual episodes, talks about our future at all. We're approaching the iceberg. We're gonna drown. And the orchestra on the upper deck playing a happy tune, so we thought about something else.

Serious authors tell about people that really existed and whose lives are known.
So, they didn't invent anything, don't offer nothing new, nothing created. These writers are just witnesses, they rely on their memory. They just lay out the events that was invented by God, the great writer of the Universe. That to Him should belong the right to authorship of the historical books, because He created the characters and circumstances.

Time passes, it does not spare bad books, and books that are similar to each other. But good works, even those not seen by the public at the time, in the end, on the contrary, to find fame and recognition.
It is no accident that high society and romance novels are forgotten. Remember only those authors who amaze with their originality. Because, ultimately, important ideas. For centuries remain writers who wanted to change the time.

Sayings, jokes, sayings, frozen thoughts, the intellectual "fast food", take the finished product and take your mouth. But I know the value of thoughts and words. They need to save, then they gain value. If you need to memorize some the motto is this: "If your words are better than silence, be silent."

My name is Charlotte.
- I am not.
Cassandra pauses, then adds:
-...My name is not Charlotte.

The dictatorship is "shut up". Democracy is - "talk-talk"

I don't have enough humility. I see the distant future and forget to see what is close to the present. But all the answers are in front of me.