Author of quotes: Tomi Greswell. Page 2

How many blind among those whose eyes see.

The lungs become so large and heavy that do not fit in the chest. Sick. Require to breathe. You. The palms are as if the light penetrated. Require touch. You. To give off heat. Love. Clean. So excitedly, so to get to the bottom, without fear, to die a thousand times from this abundance of feelings, and there, in the dark labyrinths of the deep sea, to rise, to emerge, gasping for your air. To live. And my heart beats like inside of it concentrated energy of the stars of an entire galaxy. And you're sitting nearby. With his eyes staring in disbelief, feeling like the space is heated to the unknown temperature science, and your veins not blood, and lava. And compared to you the sun fades. And when the night comes, the moon is watching us from heaven tenderly, softly, as if afraid to scare away, smiling, knowing in advance that Yes. What happened. From the first meeting of our views. And not to avoid it, not to overcome. Since it was determined by the ancient spells, the music is written on our skin, and filled with strings of wild winds. Love is necessary, like oxygen. And are you going to breathe. Always. The moon promises to all of life forward.

When you're sixteen and the world appears to you so big and scenic, it always seems like you sure know how to live. Then you grow up and values change. And only in old age, looking at the past, you know, like damn you were right in your sixteen.

All the angels inevitably lead us to hell.

Maybe hell is to feel that no matter what door you knock on, wherever you went, all these people, every one of you strangers.

The most beautiful thing I've seen in my life is as silent lovers.

Perhaps, very well to be blind. Moreover, you have to be blind from birth. When you see nothing, you can invent it all by yourself, your world, stunning. Anybody in a head will not come that there is spinning, spinning blind in mind! Nobody knows what it's like never to see. What in this good! It is a great blessing! You may not see beauty, but because you do not see the ugliness. Can you hear peace, feel his smell, his touch, but only see what can see only you - amazing world created in the depths of your consciousness, and there is no access to anyone, no one will know what a wonderful place you are in. If they did, then envious. No, blindness is not a disease, it's a gift! Great gift! If I had a wish, I would become blind. I would have figured woman, the best woman, and I'm sure it would be found, I would have figured kindness, such what it should be, and it will certainly be felt, I would have figured the heavens and the earth, the sun, its blazing rays, rain drops on the lips of his beloved, the stars and Golden Crescent moon illuminating your way in the darkness of night, the foam of the waves caressing the sandy shore, the sparkle in your eyes when you look at me, you smile when you hold me. Every detail of this world I'd painted in my head, like an artist painting on the canvas, his greatest idea, the bigger picture of your life, and in this picture everything would be perfect. Now I was clear what I wanted to say Shakespeare, dipping the pen in ink, and taking "love is blind". Perhaps the lover and the blind equally happy in this imperfect world. And must be absolutely happy. If I had a wish, I would wish to fall in love.

People who claim that love is not eternal losers who are unable to save it.
People, convinced that love doesn't exist - losers, who have failed to feel it.
People who think that love happens only once in life - losers who don't get to experience that feeling many times.

All that is really tragic, from the looks unbearably funny.

If there is a hell, you and I will meet again.

In fact, the story was different. She was a monster, very beautiful on the outside, but inside - monster. And he was a little boy with huge brown eyes, believe in a fairy tale. And as he was destined, in his folly, he is forgetful fell in love with a monster. And she ripped out his heart, cooked with spices (the monsters are not only beautiful but also very tasty cooked) and eat with pleasure. Monsters - they are eating people's hearts (this is the most important thing that you should know about beasts). Then the little boy was very upset, he almost cried... And kept asking: "Why do you do this to me? How am I going to live without a heart?".. In response the monster laughed: "do Not worry. Learn. I also learned".

Brilliant artists steal ideas from the Universe.

Finally, life has taught me that the surest course is to obey the first spiritual impulse. Whenever a person goes into meditation, he does not find any joy or happiness.

She would the devil himself have sold the soul.