Category: beautiful quotes. Page 1

Why do I risk my life in the name of someone else’s people? There are no foreign peoples. Honor does not lie in a century of vile life, it lies in a moment of worthy death.

Anahit, throwing her tight dark braid behind her back, reached for an apple. Now we both chewed silently and watched as the first wedge of birds, smoothly flapping their wings, flew over our dacha. I wish I could take off like a bird and fly wherever my eyes take me. Not afraid of a reprimand from parents, reproaches from Vitka or Anait... Not afraid of anything. Saying goodbye to summer, turn your wings to the wind and rush towards the unknown. And from fear, happiness and delight, your whole life flashes before your eyes like a whirlwind. The planet is flying and spinning, and I am with it.

If a miracle happens, I’ll be with you in two weeks!

Since then, at the request of Thunder, Sun and Sky, whenever her husband gets angry, the Rainbow Fairy calms him down with her beautiful dance. And peace comes on earth...

…We hunt for some things because we think they are beautiful. If human life is so short relative to the history of our planet, as they say - before you even have time to blink an eye, everything is behind you, then to be beautiful from the day you are born until you die means to be beautiful for only a short moment.

- People.

Black swan - white!

Black swan - white!

I don’t know how it happened, Jane Hunter, but our paths are too closely intertwined. And no matter how hard I try to slow down, I only rush faster towards a pool from which I can no longer get out.

It happens that a person immediately causes antipathy. But at the same time, something in him beckons, making you want his attention. It doesn't matter if it's hatred, attraction or friendship. You just want to gain his interest. Entering the room, he fills the entire space, and you suddenly realize that you will never forget this look again. This is a special look.

How do people fall in love? Immediately or gradually? It seems that I didn’t even notice how this happened to me again. Love, like the approaching New Year, rushes towards me like a terrible white avalanche. And I, despite past failures, don’t even try to resist, hoping that now everything can be different. And why try when everything is in vain. I'm scared, I'm in a panic, but why should I fight the elements - real feelings, the snowy ninth wave? All that remains is to accept it.

Memory stores and regenerates memories indefinitely, and snatches moments completely randomly...

What does this starry sky hide? Infinity that we will never see. A distance that cannot be reached. But, unlike this beautiful and bright canvas, we have an end goal. Not the most definite, but there. And I couldn't help but think about it.

yes red grass.