Author of quotes: Roman Podzorov

We are all part of one large stained glass window. Bright bits of glass, refracting the light is absolute genius. Each is unique and has its own color to this world.

- Is life not scare you with its mediocrity?
- Not at all! Because I'm carrying a huge bouquet of beautiful flowers in its wide soul and yet live, I cannot give them to people encountered on my way.

Your man is someone you can always be yourself.
To talk about important and trivial. To laugh and to be silent in unison.
Look at the stars and guess the constellations.
To run barefoot on the grass, once again feeling like a child.
Evenings to drink tea from the same Cup, not complaining that it is low sugar.
Your man always takes you so (so) what (what) you are.
Believes in your future and not be blamed for the past.

Promise me,
That will learn to say goodbye.
Without squabbles, insults, reproaches, bitter regrets.
Give your soul the cry,
Who will be his reflection.
Give me your word
From edge to edge pass the entire desert!
See the Pacific ocean
And when the waves
Rush to hug
Your tormented back
In no way be to blame.
Please, come...
Whether all the angels you keep!
Do not betray its star
Darling.
As long as the light with you
All the ways of the earth you are not alone.

Hour lights
Lights up on the Avenue.
The clock quietly knock,
Whispering heart...
The wind softly rustling
All around was quiet.
Everyone who was in a hurry,
Now, sleep forgotten.

In the soul of each of us there is a pristine Paradise
Since we come into this world as the fruit of love.
And only then, from the tree of good and evil taste,
Can't find it within to share with others.
Everywhere we implanted a truth of its own altars,
Less leaving the Holy land.
The essence of human - selfishness, this is all worth it.

Moment white moment
A gust of wind entered through my window.
The fire is burning, crackling logs,
A warm silence filled the house.
A trend I hope to hear if...
Towards the last of the palm,
Fragile snowflakes gathering in his hands.
They will melt talow water.
But sparkled with mother of pearl morning
Chase away the melancholy of the past
And quiet in the heart will rouse a miracle
The smile on my lips when drawing.

Winter has come grey-haired,
Under the snow swaggered home.
Snowdrifts hug the sidewalks,
The wild dark night.
Lights are burning teplichku,
The air is saturated with silence.
Snowflakes fall on the shoulders
Cynical small grains.
Birches huddle at the roadsides,
Bend the metal neck lights.
How much in the world of loneliness
And how bright the lights of the houses...

You come to my soul.
The transparent, velvet, vulnerable, tender.
I'll open the door, Kuta in hope.
Saving chill, all the evil winds of the taiga!
When unbearable, painful, difficult...
You come, I void your your fill
And you my my fill too.
You come to my my soul, quietly, slowly.
Through the years, through all the earth!
Run through the storm, Kuta your space into a scarf.
Not succumbing to viral colds,
What people wasalaam own “I”.
You come, in the destined hour,
Heart driven in my region.

The lens of sincere love,
He's somewhere deep inside...
He is a prism of beauty of the soul
Through it we see life!
Don't lose it, keep.
It's your beautiful world
So fragile and so vulnerable.
Those who give of roads.
Please, don't hold grudges.
In some it outlived its usefulness...
They have it in themselves burned
Wallowing in vanity and lies.

- I'm almost there, hardly audible has whispered the dying moment fragile life silent stars, but they said nothing. They just shined, shone as every living creature on this planet or other planets. "You cruel stars," thought ed. "Cool... You saw so much injustice, death, for your multimillion life. You give people your beauty, hope, delight them, inspire, learn to dream, and when it comes time to say goodbye, silent. Even if one fell from the sky and waved goodbye with a tail, but no..."

It's just a moment, Eddie! You can put it in your pocket, but it will fall off the pollen and die. You may catch him in his homemade nylon net, but it won't be yours and so will soon die, in obedience to its ephemeral nature.

Night, velvet night.
Nuggets of silver rings,
Sparkle in the glow of the moon.
As if in silent meditation
Become sad land.

Silence is the best teacher.
Listening is the highest of arts.