Book: The moon and sixpence. Page 2

I often puzzled noticed in women passion effectively to behave at the deathbed of those they love. Sometimes I even thought that they are annoyed at the longevity of the family, not allowing them to play the beautiful scene.

My trouble is that I can't hate people who make me laugh.

But who can understand all the smallest movements of the human heart? Of course, not the one who is waiting for his only decent and normal feelings.

Is to do what you belong to the soul, to live how you want to live and not know the internal disorder - means to distort his life? And is it really so happy to be a prominent surgeon, earn ten thousand pounds a year and have a beautiful wife? I dumaetsya, everything is determined by what you are looking for in life, and the fact that you ask with yourself and with others.

... no more terrible cruelty than the cruelty of women to the man who loves her but whom she does not love; it does not have more nor kindness, tolerance, one only an insane irritation.

- Do you ever think about death?
Why? It's not worth it.

Women often try to commit suicide because of love, but usually, for this not to succeed.

Appropriating this or that mask, man eventually gets used to it, what really gets what it initially wanted to be.

A woman can forgive a man evil that he caused her, but the sacrifices he was brought to her, she does not forgive.

At that time I did not know that the main shortcoming of women a passion to discuss her private Affairs with anyone who will listen.

After all, we, probably unconsciously, their power over others measure how they relate to our perception of them, and begin to hate those that are beyond our influence. For human pride, no resentment stronger.

She was afraid to leave him alone, pursued him and, when his passion subsided, he tried again to bring her, because only in these moments could nourish the illusion that he belongs to her...

Love, as a rule, only one of the episodes in a person's life, in the novels she is given the first place, and it does not correspond to the truth of life in. There are few men for whom love is the most important thing in the world, and it is mostly uninteresting men; they despise even the women to whom love is paramount. Admiration is flattering to women, care about them, and yet they can't shake the feeling that men, all the world forget love - miserable creatures. Even in the brief periods when a man passionately loves, he is still busy with other things, distracting him from his beloved. One focused on work, which gives him the means to life; the other is interested in sports or art. Most of the men develops its activity in various fields; they is able to fully focus on the fact that they at this moment is, and get annoyed if one interrupts the other.

Damn my wife, she's a decent woman, but I would rather she was already in hell.