Category: sad quotes. Page 3

- My hope lies in one phrase. In a simple saying that one person said... But thanks to him, I was able to overcome many defeats, even if I had to go through fire and water.

Go to the police and confess what you did. They will believe you. I can't kill. Tried while you were sleeping. I will never be able to understand people who are capable of killing. People like you. But now I will do it.

Oh my God, so many people in the army give stupid orders! Someone has to say their word and disobey.

I am an educator. This is my main talent. I actually have two main talents. Second, I'm terrible at writing obituaries. What can I do? Such is the talent.

And the last song has its end.

I will never tire of being amazed at how long this useless, stupid feeling - hope - lives in people. How rarely she makes excuses, but into what jungle she pushes...

- It turned out that the soul desires something completely different.

Remind me more often that not everything has died for me in Rus', which is already beginning to seem like a grave that has mercilessly stolen everything that is precious to the heart.

…We try so hard to maintain joy that we lose it.

I was so stupid that I seriously thought that knowledge could make everything clear, but some things are hidden too deep under the levels of semantics and syntax, under the hours and days; so securely hidden under forgotten names that you rescue from oblivion, and then throw away again, that just knowing about your wounds is not enough. You can't expose them that easily.

When will the war end? When will I be able to call your name and it will mean only your name and not everything you left behind?

...Freedom is just the distance between the hunter and his prey. That's what they told me

Only with you alone does my heart beat so loudly, as if it has its own will and has chosen you. And all that remains for me is to obediently follow his call.

You see, a person leaves almost no traces of himself. You are born into the world, you try to do something, without knowing why, but you still continue your attempts; Having been born at the same time as many other people, you are connected to them, and therefore, when you try to move your arm or leg, you seem to be pulling strings, but the strings are tied to the arms and legs of everyone else, and they are all also trying to pull them and also don’t know why, they only know that all the strings are tangled and interfere with each other, just as if five or six people were trying to weave a carpet on one loom, and each would like to weave his own pattern into it, but you know that this does not matter no meaning, otherwise those who created this machine would have arranged everything much better, and yet it cannot but matter - after all, you continue your attempts, in any case you should continue them, and then suddenly it turns out that everything is over, and from you are left with just a block of stone on which something is scratched, unless, of course, someone bothered to put this marble up and scratch something on it, and now the rain pours on it and the sun shines, and soon no one remembers a name , what these scratches mean, and it doesn't matter either.