Book: The night in Lisbon. Page 3

Strange, what paths we do not choose to hide their true feelings.

You've heard the parable of cancers, which are thrown into a pot of water to boil? When the temperature rose to fifty degrees, they began to complain that it is unbearable, and reminisced about the wonderful moments when it was only forty. When it did, they began to praise the good time fifty. Then at seventy degrees - thought about how good it was sixty, and so on.

Don't we lose every moment that I think to keep because it is constantly in motion. And does not stop it just when it's gone and when it can no longer change? Whether it is us only then?

When you have no homeland, the loss is particularly heavy. Never find support, and exile seems especially alien.

... during flight and danger, in desperation, you begin to believe in miracles: otherwise it is impossible to survive...

I can't sneer, ' he said. - And to fear big words. When a man sneers and fears, he seeks to downplay things.
- Maybe, - I agreed. But why is it necessary, before becoming the impossible, to repeat myself: it is impossible? Isn't it better to try to downplay it and thereby leave a ray of hope?

Whole centuries the Church has shed the blood flows. And in those moments of history when she was harassed, she began to pursue herself with torture and the stake, with fire and sword.

So far, that cannot be understood.

Women don't need to explain, they always need to act.

Summer is short, and life is short, but what makes it short? What we do know is that it's short. Did stray cats know that life is short? Is know about this bird? Butterfly? They consider it to be eternal. No they did not. Why would we say about that?

Loneliness is looking for satellites and asks who they are. Who does not understand this, he never knew loneliness, but only solitude.

This is another member of the national socialist party - a lean, bespectacled, and tall boots.
Schwartz smiled.
- The Germans love the boots!
They need them, ' I said. As they wander knee-deep in shit!

... But I vaguely felt that she wanted to win something unknown to me and that it was done at that moment. Water appeared before her in the role of fate, question and answer, and she had to overcome what stood in front of her. Does every one, and the most that can make the other, to be there just in case when you need a little heat.

The dreams were repeated so often that I was afraid to go to sleep. Do you know it?