Author of quotes: Ilya Bushmin

Life for man - the most valuable that can be. Somewhere in the depths of our essence is spelled out very clearly. Survival instincts are the main, and sometimes in the most dangerous moments of life, they take precedence over all our nature, just by disabling useless in such situations, the mind. But sometimes something happens, and then you realize - your life is not the most important thing. It found those who during the great Patriotic rushed with a grenade under the tracks of enemy tanks. It felt like my poor late mother, when she was in the hospital, announced: "labor is going hard. You have to decide who to save and who to sacrifice. The child or you?". And now something similar was about to experience me.

- A picture of you on the TV show. Said you wanted.
- Heard somewhere that the TV is not the highest authority, and all stories up with no gods, the same as we, people of flesh and blood. Maybe lying. But if there is no means to believe the TV is not necessarily always the case.

The American dream, with its potential for migrants even if the work life, make a million - PAH, kindergarten. Our homeland - that's where the real country of amazing possibilities.
Where else can a criminal with two best-selling can become a Deputy?

She was only 35, but in the eyes is mischievous sparkle was visible only fatigue. All, like most at this age... the Country before tired of life.

Myself I'm sometimes reminded of don Quixote, only with the emphasis in Zen. With windmills I fought, still realizing the futility of this. I just stood at the foot of the largest mills and from time to time uttered the mantra "B...QB".

...It was a dense, sharp-nosed and round-faced man with a short haircut. Confident look, strong chin. Such a picture of health, success and character. When you look at them, involuntarily think - Oh, and since this could have been me. But for some reason did not. And just want to switch and start thinking about something else. About politics, there, or about the weather.

You know, the thing every person? We remember only the stories in which we behave. If we have done something wrong, our memory tries to get rid of it. Such knowledge does not fit with our own image. For us domestic we are always exceptionally good.

The brain does not spend on drink. So they like to repeat the alcoholics. Before you decide to turn into monkeys.

How interesting life works. Once each of us thought ahead full of success with the red carpet which will probably be strewn in your path. Well, it most certainly will, because we are good, right? And no matter what she hates, a boss does not like, and in the bus some drop out on us somehow disdainful looks. Still for each of us we are good. But life has its own plans. And here you see how the first breaks your marriage, then you have the unnecessary fired - and then you look around and find that you're 43 years old, you're a lonely useless bachelor, working as a security guard and just living out his days. There is in it something tragic. You know, when you suddenly realize that life is something that she seems to have been, was, and then it turns out that they took and passed, and you're left somewhere in the sidelines.

As a child I loved looking at the sky. For the daytime sky with running clouds on it, who lived their lives changing before our eyes, and quietly crept one known to them dear. Sometimes it seemed to me - rather, I wanted to believe - that the characters, which I guess in the shape of a cloud are the signs sent to me from heaven. It was exciting. But most of all I loved the starry sky. Boundless darkness outside the window, quiet night, when the whole city sleeps and you stare on a distant point that can awaken something vague, obscure, but extremely exciting in the shower.
And when I grew up, I stopped looking at the sky.
Like everyone, I began to look down on dirt and debris.

They say that before death a person remembers his entire life. Surely you heard this, right? So you know it's true.
Nothing was scrolled before my eyes as squander ago film. In the brain flashed bright flashes key moments of my life. Smile mom, first kiss, first betrayal. The day I learned to swim. Or the first bottle, drunk sneak behind the garage with the boy from next door... No, not at all. Emitting spirit, you feel only yourself. When it comes to the spirit of death, he gives a new meaning to your whole being. And at that moment you become someone completely different. Who always wanted to be, but something always interfered. Work, kind of pointless running around, squabbling and stuff... Those whom searched for all life.
Yourself.
Because everything else you lived the past years, ceases to have any meaning.

- Not so simple.
- No, everything is always simple. Black is black, white is always white. A pink stripe is simply a pink stripe, and nothing more. Those who say that it's complicated, I just want to confuse the issue.

You now know that almost two thirds of Muscovites in the subway don't feel at ease? And 20-25 percent of people have never do not come. Why? Because the mind is destroyed. Can not stand people. Fear is irrational. Here are interwoven almost all human phobias. Fear of the closed space, fear of becoming infected, fear of falling under the wheels, the fear of becoming a victim... Metro is the embodiment of almost all of our fears.

When a person encounters trouble, he in the hearts exclaims: "Why me?".
Why I... From an early age was patted on the head affectionately and repeated that all will be well. "You'll grow big, very big, beautiful and strong. Will meet Prince charming and everything will be all better". And the man believed the word, which has never been anything but bare hopes. But we are so constituted. We need the illusion of safety. And when they shatter, we are in tears screaming, "Why me?". Mad that the universe is so unjustly treated us. And in his grief to forget what is happening around. Disease, crime, accidents and the elements cause millions of people forever. And each of them had full right before you die helplessly to shout, looking at the boundless sky, "Why me?!".