Author of quotes: Gavriil Nikolayevich Troyepolsky

But what can you do if dogs understand people, and they do not always understand dogs and even each other.

Life goes on. It knocks at everyone's heart. Another heart will respond, and others will remain deaf. But still life goes on.

She understood everything: a loved one gone forever, and it's scary, hard to horror is to see forever, it's like that to bury a living.

The road is the road, it specifies where to go - never go astray if taken in the right direction.

Here and among us, people: there are modest people with a pure heart, "invisible" and "small", but with a huge heart. They beautify life, combine in itself all that is best in humanity, kindness, simplicity, trust.

If you only write about the good, then evil is a gem, glitter; if you only write about happiness, people will stop seeing the poor and in the end will not to notice them, if only to write about seriously-beautiful, then people will stop making fun of ugly. And in the silence of the outgoing fall, fanned by her gentle slumber, in the days of the brief oblivion of the upcoming winter, you begin to understand: only the truth, only honor, only a clear conscience and all that, word. A word to the young people who will then be adults, a word to adults who have not forgotten what was once a children.

Warm friendship and dedication to become happy, because everyone understood each and every demanded from another more than what he can give. In this basis, the salt of friendship.

Kindness, boundless confidence and affection - feelings are always irresistible, if rubbed sycophancy, which can then gradually turn it into false, and kindness, and trust, and affection. Terrible is the quality sucks.

Don't blame, dear, and the mix of genres, because life itself - a mixture of good and evil, happiness and unhappiness, laughter and sorrow, truth and lies live close by, and so close to each other that it is sometimes difficult to distinguish one from the other. Worse I would be if suddenly you noticed me half-truths. It is similar to the half-empty barrel. But the difference between full and half-empty keg to prove makes no sense.

Friendship and trust are not bought and not sold.

And lying is Holy, how true... So mother sings hopelessly sick child a cheerful song and smiling.

... so in dogs, wound - never forget the way back. In humans, this instinct from centuries gone or almost gone. And for good reason. Very useful not to forget the way back.