Category: beautiful quotes. Page 2

…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.

A woman enchants our feelings, and from this passion is born, which is a kind of super sense.

Like alcohol, she ignited his feelings, like a drug, she whipped up his imagination and lifted him above the clouds.

Every day I go out into the hot air and eat this Indian rubbish - peyote. I sit down in this desert and think... But my thoughts always return to you, Griselda. I do not know why. It must be because you are the unknown. It's not about Papo or Panesso. Only the sky presses on you. Your every day.

If you cannot find Christ in the beggar at the church door, you will not find Him in the cup.