Author of quotes: Gilles Cartmans

I know exactly why I love you. You like an animal following instinct. It's like you're blindfolded, ears plugged, but an inner compass always leads you to the weak, the outcast, the impossible love like ours. You know I can't help you, nothing can change, but still continue to go forward.

First I told them about all your kisses and about her too. And then they shared their secrets and desires, mostly fantasies, because they have little secrets.
- Why are you laughing like girls?
- Shyness, modesty, shame. They are still living in a teenage dream, only laughing, unable to talk about their desires and secret thoughts.

Men are not interested in fun women, too much like children's pranks. However, women are the same children.

People are generally in the soul something similar to the landscape and climate of the region in which I grew up. Those who live by the sea, reminiscent of the flow, the ebb and flow. They leave and come back continually move and open a new Bank. Their words and the love story is like water flowing through your fingers, which is in perpetual motion. People living in the mountains, had to fight for the right to live there. And as soon as the mountains they conquered, people begin to protect them as their home and if seeing from afar that they were someone rises from the valley, you might mistake him for the enemy. People from the hills for a long time looking at each other before welcome. Learn slowly get used to it, but when the defense is removed or the word, their commitment will be as strong as the mountain on which they live.

The soul has a mysterious ability to take shape of the costume that her clothe.

Thin long neck, small, like a toy head made him look like a scientific mouse.

... she kissed Walkure forehead timidly and quickly, so that it seemed like he was fanned by the warm breath near or flying swallow.

We affirm that God is above human strife. In such encounters we almost always choose the firmness of the Church. And we are not alone. Your humanitarian organisations prefer to cooperate with dictators and not to expose them. We. In fact, we are guided by the same principles. (...) Of course, we should not blame osobnyakom silence all the polls priest and humanitarian missions. But we are Ministers of Christ's Church, and we have fewer excuses. After all, the faith and the knowledge that we are talking about human dignity, respect, justice and mercy. Beautiful, but devoid of any meaning and has no relation to the reality of the word, for in the name of vague and abstract the future of eternity for decades, we welcome the most horrible atrocities imaginable.

What's common sense?
That the young should not be with the old. That trouble - an integral part of our lives. That while man exists, will exist and inhumanity. And he says that we should obey our parents, bosses, government. Suggests that rebellion - a lot of adolescents, and submission to the order - a sign of growing up. He explains to us that war is inevitable and that killing in the order of things. The mind advises us to accept the world as it is. I never listened to the voice of reason. I believed that the fight with the outside world. (...) But I look at what do all these sane people. They have involved us in two world wars. They organized the Holocaust with the methodology with which plan the economic development of the region or expansion of a multinational company. Vietnam, Nicaragua, apartheid in South Africa and another hundred, maybe more, of the wars that devastated the continent after the departure of the colonialists, it is the work of their hands. And these murderers are not insane. Caught, of course, and neurotic, like Hitler, but without sane people, without hundreds of thousands of faithful, sensible, respectable Christians wouldn't have happened none of these disasters on a global scale. Mercilessly shredded humanity with their bayonets, as a rule, people are respectable and respected. But, if because of circumstances war is not happening, they create all the conditions for the emergence of injustice. And if you do not create, it merely tolerate it, condone, or be complicit in funding it.

Every moment manages to snatch the fear - this is Paradise.

You know, I understand why pleasure is considered sinful and forbidden. Pleasure - a dangerous thing, he wants to experience again, I want to live forever. For him everything is topsy turvy. <...> The pleasure is freedom.

Screaming about what he saw, learned, understood, but could tell only half, because I did it the skilful journalistic language, by which the deceitful Prime Minister becomes a person who can change my point of view, but a financial shark enterprising businessman.

Her happiness frightened him. To measure a thirst for life with this young woman, he could not. He promised her he always knew, and now was sure of it - just a brief flare of happiness, then it would be a terrible fall into the abyss, full of painful memories of what will never happen again. The abyss filled with a feeling of emptiness that he leaves behind. If men feel that they are madly in love, then very quickly get complacent, forgetting how much effort and patience is women the creation of happiness.

Ten years earlier Valcourt his sixteen year old daughter traveled by tourists in Paris. In the Museum of the Conservatory they were looking at "water Lilies" by Monet, and could not believe my eyes, so hit them and was mesmerised by the riot of beauty, of shades and nuances. "My God, how beautiful, Papa," said Anne-Marie in a small voice. Quietly, she wept with emotion at the beauty of life. Similarly, Gentille was crying now - crying woman, emaciated, muscle tension, pain in stomach when their hands serves red from screaming wrinkled baby.