Book: The elegance of the hedgehog. Page 2

Silence, only the wind howls outside the window rustle and break off branches of autumn leaves, sleeping, razniewski in warmth and light, cat. And in every SIP - the essence of time.

This tea - like hole in the dense fabric of custom, which for a while exposed the outline of being and which we patched with the same pleasure, what got done; just magical brackets, delivering the heart from the chest in the soul; just a tiny, but life-giving seed of eternity broke into time. In the outside world the noise and roar, that sleep and the quiet, raging war, busybodies and people die, some Nations are dying, others come to replace them, in their turn, too, to disappear, and amidst the deafening whirlwind, the explosions and bursts against the background of the Ecumenical movement, the fire, the collapse and revival of a vein beating of human life.
So let us drink a Cup of tea.

Silence helps to experience itself, it is necessary for those who are interested in not only the external side of life - because of her own inner world - all of the noise and chaos of the street during rush hour.

In our world the strong, who does nothing and only pats language.

I read so many books...
But like all self-taught, always questioning whether they understand.

Policy - a toy for rich kids, which they don't share.

Have only one friend, only know how to choose it properly.

... The tea party has a rare dignity to make our absurd existence of a particle of quiet harmony.

... In a family where mental abilities are valued above all else, a gifted child will not be allowed to live in peace.

Everything in human society is terribly cruel and unfair in our world is not ruled by things and words, and a glib tongue is considered a major talent.

Truly amazing our ability to deceive ourselves, but would not have shaken our preconceived ideas.

Who knows how to do something - does who cannot do - teach others who cannot teach teaches teachers, and who can not - involved in politics.

When what you thought was your hallmark, suddenly it's typical for a social group, is always staggering. And somewhat insulting.

I know I'm a coward, but don't you dare say that to me.