Book: Notebook

The world is beautiful, and that's the point. He patiently explains to us the great truth, which is that the mind and heart is nothing. And stone, warmed by the sun, or cypress, which seems even higher on the background of clear sky, outline only world, where the concept of "being right" makes sense, nature without man. This world destroys me. He wipes me off the face of the earth. He denies me without anger. And I, resigned and defeated flock in search of wisdom which everything is subject, - if only tears have blurred my eyes and if only the loud sobs of poetry, arching my Breasts, forced me to forget about the truth of the world.

All zealously performed their duty, and today on the stones, to perpetuate their excellence, children playing leapfrog.

"I despise intelligence" really means: "I can't make your doubts".

I'm connected with the world my every move, with people - all my gratitude.

Now I thirst for happiness, but only awareness.

Prisoner of the cave, I was left alone with the shadow of the world.

To live passions may be the only one who subjugated them.

Humanism is not yet bored with me: I actually like the guy. But he's close.

Note, for example, that it is almost impossible to look at the clock for five minutes - so it's long and hopeless.

The value of the journey, gives fear. Because at some point, far from the native country, native language, we feel a vague fear and an instinctive desire to go back to saving the old habits. This is the most obvious benefit of travel. At this time we are feverishly excited to absorb everything like a sponge. The minutest event shakes us to the core. In the beam of light, we see eternity. Therefore, you should not say that people are traveling for their own pleasure. The journey does not bring pleasure. I'm more inclined to see him as penance. People travel for culture, if by culture extract from under the bushel of the deepest of our feelings - feelings of eternity. Enjoyment distance us from ourselves, as Pascal entertainment take us away from God. Journey as the greatest and serious science helps us to rediscover themselves.

In the hospital. A TB patient; the doctor said that in five days he will die. He decides to reduce the period and cuts his throat with a razor. He can't live for five days, obviously. "Don't write about it in your Newspapers - nurse said the journalist. He's suffered enough."

Two blind men go outside between one and four nights. Because they are sure that you will meet nobody in the streets. If they run into the lantern, they will be able to relish a good laugh. They laugh. And the day someone else's shame prevents them from having fun.
"To write, - says one of the blind. But it does not touch anyone. Touching the book only imprint exhilarating life.
But with us nothing exciting happens".

The woman from the top floor committed suicide by jumping from the window. She was thirty-one years, said one of the tenants, it is enough, and if she had to live, then you die. The house was still haunting shadow of drama. Sometimes she went down and asked the hostess permission to take her to dinner. Suddenly she began to kiss her - the need for fellowship and warmth. Had a six-centimeter-dent on his forehead. Before she died she said, "Finally!"

I still can not forget you swept me of despair, when the mother told me that "I have grown up and will now get to the New year of useful gifts."
I still cringe when I give gifts of this kind. Of course, I knew that her mouth speaks love, but why is love sometimes so elects pathetic language?