Book: The green mile

The ways of the Lord are inscrutable, good and evil are inherent in each of us, it is not our business to deal with the question of why.

TV is a good thing, I have nothing against it, I just don't like how it takes a person away from the real world.

The human hand can be compared to a half-tamed animal. Most of the time she obeys, but sometimes she gets out of control and acts according to her own understanding.

He didn't smile anymore. But the face remained cheerful. Such cheerful faces are characteristic of those who love to hurt others.

I believe that there is a place for good in life, that good is evidence of the presence of our beloved God. But I also believe in the existence of another power, no less real than God, to whom I have been praying all my life, and this power purposefully tries to destroy everything good.

God helps those who help themselves, they said in the church.

Or maybe we are all circus mice running among bakelite houses, and the Lord God and other celestials are watching us through plexiglass.

Only God could forgive sins and forgave them by washing them in the blood of his crucified Son, but this did not relieve His children of the obligation to atone for their sins.

If you have a secret, I don't want to know it, Paul, your business is nobody else's. Personally, I was taught this from childhood, but not everyone received a good upbringing.

When a person has a job, he must do it, and if something hurts him, this is his problem.

Most people are flattered that a young man pays attention to their advice.

Those who are familiar with the words Great

All good things come to an end sooner or later.

One evening, when the passion that burned me out of control, I wrote her a long, long letter, pouring out everything that overwhelmed my heart. I didn't even reread what I had written because I was afraid to stop. So I wrote it to the very end, and then a quiet voice in my head warned me that it was impossible to send such a letter, because with this letter I would simply put my heart in her palm. I ignored this voice in youthful vehemence.