Author of quotes: Alice Munro

... There are girls who are willing to listen to not because of the content of their stories, but because they talk with joy and pleasure. Their faces Shine with the joy and belief that any word brings the audience enjoyment.

In childhood vary from year to year, become a different person. This was particularly so in September when I go back to school. Behind the rapid idleness of the summer vacation, and you're acutely aware that was a class older.

She suddenly realized, too late, that many have known since childhood: life can be beautiful without achievements. Can be full, filled to the brim and at the same time, not to tire, not exhaust.

- You know, sometimes a relationship lacks a certain dimension, and children growing up, you begin to realize that they were given.
- Oh, Yes. Adult children is a lot of claims.

The road is not heavy, if you go light.

It was always so much to do... Why are we always so busy that don't do what I should, or what you want?

The woman was one of those who think that two unfamiliar person traveling to the same place, be sure to talk.

... Throughout her life she has felt that people want to pull her attention, her time and her soul.

- The main thing - to be happy - he said, - no matter what. Try it. You can do it. Then it will be easier and easier. Regardless of the circumstances of life. You won't believe how great it is. Accept everything and then tragedy go away. Or lighter. And you are left in a world where everything is easy.

Some things in life go awry. How would it better to explain? I realize there are people against whom all - they dumped all thirty-three misfortunes, and they still somehow pull through. <...> And there are people all different. <...> They're starting to dig yourself a hole even in his youth - is completely unclear, < ... > and all my life hard it is deepened, even specifically call attention to it if you decide that the pit is not enough visible.

We call some things are unforgivable or say we'll never forgive this or that. But still forgive. Every time we forgive.

Women's head works differently, once said the father rose, when between them reigned a truce and even friendliness, <...> - They believe in what they want to believe. Their thoughts can not be traced.

As always - happy with life a huge fuss for little result.

Suffering. What is it? It is a waste of forces, it did not do it honor. Dishonest mountain. Crushed into a pancake pride, ridiculed fantasy. Like a rose I took a hammer and deliberately smashed his thumb on the foot.