Book: A hero of our time. Page 4

Pretty people fed sweets, they have this bad stomach: we need bitter medicine, caustic truths.

Tomorrow she'll want to reward me. I already know all this by heart - that is boring!

And to the whistling bullets can be used.

At the end of the evening the conversation took a philosophical-metaphysical direction; interpret the beliefs that each one was convinced things.

And maybe I will die tomorrow!... and will not remain on earth any creature would understand me perfectly.

In your nonsense, however, I have an idea!

We are parting for ever; but you can be sure I'll never love another my soul has exhausted you all its treasures, its tears and hopes. Loved once you cannot look without a certain disdain for other men, not because that you were better than them, Oh no! but in your nature there is something special, peculiar to you alone, something proud and mysterious; in your voice, no matter what you say, there is an invincible power; no one can so constantly wish to be loved; neither wickedness ever so attractive, no one's glance promises so much bliss, no one can better play to your strengths and no one can be so truly unhappy as you, because none of this trying to convince myself otherwise.

A slave I cannot be, and to rule in this case - the work tedious.

No man in the world over whom the past has acquired such a power as over me. Any reminder of bygone grief or joy strikes painfully into my soul and remove from it all the same sounds, I am stupidly constituted: I don't forget anything.

During my two people: one lives in the full sense of the word, the other thinks and judges it; the first may in an hour say goodbye to you and the world forever, and the second...

After all as it seems not to be a fatalist? But who knows probably I am convinced whether it is or not?.. and how often do we take belief a delusion or a slip of the mind!...

I like to question everything: this is the location of the mind does not interfere with the determination of the character - on the contrary, that to me, I always go more boldly forward when I don't know what I should expect. After all, worse than death, nothing will happen - but death does not pass!

Love, like fire, without food goes.

... and we are only two in the morning remembered what the doctor told to go to bed at eleven.