Author of quotes: Catherine Cauty

Scottish children were divided butterflies into good and bad. The first category includes all the butterflies, except for the dark brown or spotted. Good butterflies were fed sugar, bad avoided, but afraid to kill.

Even in the second half of the nineteenth century was dominated by the view that the poor are to blame for their misfortunes. Instead of having to climb out of the mud and to stand firmly on his feet, they go through life with a shaky gait of drunks. Now, if they worked, prayed, and kept sober, then it would be a good judge. Unfortunately, a similar attitude to the poor completely ignored factors such as unemployment and meager wages, lack of education and poor health.

The slums had the reputation of not only a hotbed of contagion, but also of immorality, or something even worse like communism.

Where <...> leave loving souls? Or they dissolve in the air, the spring wind and sunlight awakening alive in the hearts of new love? And because, perhaps, people are able to fall in love with this new world of iron and smoke, in spite of disasters and ailments: because we breathe the love that someone gave the world dying...

... A lie cannot exist on its own, it requires the truth can be distorted. A lie - as black mold that grows through the loaf of bread. There is no bread, no mold, because you need her to eat something.

Good company is a guarantee of success...

The lies and poison is the weapon of the weak, but for destructiveness be compared with them not just the blade stuck in the chest in a fair fight.

Love is like grace. It is impossible to lure good deeds. Cannot be earned. It either is or it is not.

Touch unloved is violence, every touch hurts, like a full slap in the face.

Boredom. Loneliness. The pointlessness of life. And waiting for long years of boredom, loneliness and emptiness. The so-called ordinary life. So-called female share. It is worse than any monster.

Sir Henry said that in the days of his youth morality seemed to be something like a corset: a day will tighten their belts, will dissolve, and if your fingers can not cope with laces, to help other people.

Sometimes it seemed to her that memory is a Cup full of spiced wine, but sipping it, she could feel the teeth crunching ashes.

... Cloudy autumn morning it is better to be a little longer to get out of bed, to sleep and dream and sleep, require straight to bed a Cup of hot chocolate and read...

Among people found a lot of skeptics whose mind is always ready to give a clout to the imagination.