Author of quotes: Patrick Suskind. Page 2



You know, a beautiful voice in itself is spiritual, even the owner of stupid, like a cork, and this, I believe, the worst in music.
№ 164115   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 21:40
Music is always humanity. <...> A man in General, I'd say one innate, load-bearing elements of the spirit in the human soul. Music will remain forever and everywhere... Because the music... on the other side of physical existence, history and politics, beyond wealth and poverty, beyond life and death. Music is eternal.
№ 164114   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 21:40
... I hold in my hand an excellent book, every sentence is a treasure, and reading, I barely get to his chair, reading, resting on the reading, forget why even read, I represent only one focus of greedy passion for the exquisite and a totally new food that you find here page after page.
№ 154607   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 13:31
Walking calms. Walking in healing energy. Uniform movement of legs, one another, one another, at the same time the rhythmic strokes of the hand, acceleration of breathing rate, light stimulation of cardiac activity, the activity of vision and hearing necessary to determine the direction and balance, the touch of the skin cool air - all these phenomena, irresistible way combining body and spirit, which can rise and expand even saddened and oppressed soul.
№ 153193   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:09
... the whole world is nothing but like a long, unfair, evil, treacherous meanness.
№ 148861   Added MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 21:19
... TV buries home the music, spoils the eyes, destroys family life and generally leads to everyone's befuddlement.
№ 148860   Added MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 21:19
No one could comprehend that this frail, small, hunched man standing there in the window, that this worm, this handful of dust, this jerk made two dozen murders. However, no one could say how he actually imagined the killer - the devil - but one thing they all were unanimous: not so!
№ 112491   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 22:19
He was educated and thinking person, which is not shied away in fear from even blasphemous conclusions, and though he thought not in smell, but in optical categories, it was still very close to the truth.
№ 112490   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 22:19
If, for example, to represent all victims, not as separate individuals, but as part of some higher principle and idealistic to think of them as different properties are merged into one, the picture is made up of such a mosaic would have been, in General, a picture of beauty, and the magic coming from her, would be not human but divine power.
№ 112489   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 22:19
He was a man whom no one dares to impose their decisions - not panic-stricken crowd, nor even a single anonymous bastard is a criminal.
№ 112488   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 22:19
He liked such an expectation - not retreating nostalgia and not a passionate impatience, but meaningful, caring, somewhat effective waiting. During this waiting, something happened. Was the most significant. And even if he did it himself, it was done because of him. It gave him profound satisfaction, this waiting.
№ 112487   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 22:19
In corporate life, namely in the regular meetings of journeymen and demonstrations he participated just enough to not conspicuous, neither his absence nor his presence. No friends, no acquaintances he had, but carefully watched that he was not considered nor insolent, nor an outcast. He gave the other journeymen to find his society dull and bland. He was a master in the art of spreading boredom and pretend to be a clueless boob - of course, not overdoing so that it could gleefully mock it or turn it into a blunt of the shop jokes. He managed to seem completely uninteresting. He was left alone. And he is nothing more wanted.
№ 112394   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 22:14
He no longer avoided busy roads and cities, not doing rounds. He had an odor, he had money, he believed in himself, and he was in a hurry.
№ 112326   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 22:11
And if they scented a man who smells like a man, he smell would have seemed two people, or even worse, a monstrous double creature, like an image that cannot definitely fix, because its contours vague and blurry, as the picture on the bottom of the lake, distorted by the ripples on the water.
№ 112195   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 22:05
Only now, gradually moving away from human Chad, Grenouille realized that he was a lump of this mess, what is it eighteen years in a row weighed on him as muggy pre-storm air. Until now, he always thought that the world actually is and needs to be shut down, to climb, to crawl away. But that was not the world, it was the people. Now it seemed to him that with the world - a world in which there was not a soul can be reconciled.
№ 112193   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 22:05