Author of quotes: Ethel Lillian Voynich. Page 7

I remember once I had severe pain. I entered the arena and fainted. Then I woke up and saw there were crowds of people all shout, hoot, throw me...
- Do not! I can no longer! For God's sake, stop! She was standing up, holding his ears.

- Do not attach all that much attention. I think I portrayed his past in too bleak a light. In fact, the first half of the year was not so bad: I was young, strong and quite successfully out of the difficulties, while the sailor don't hurt me... After that I could no longer find work. It's amazing, the perfect weapon might be a crowbar in the right hands!

- Shall I go on? - he asked after a moment.
- If... if you want... But the memories are painful for you.
- And you think I forget about it when silent? That's even worse. But I was not plagued by the memories. No, the scary thing is that I lost all power over himself.

- And what did the others? Were they all afraid of one Lascar?
He looked at her and laughed.
- The rest! The players and the people of the house? How do you not understand! I was their servant, property. They surrounded us and, of course, was delighted by such a spectacle. They look for such things as fun. Of course, in that case, if the actor is someone else.

People who are indifferent to everything, easy to be selfless, because in the world there's nothing they valued.

... when you are awake, you can always effort of will to defend itself and ward off even the most terrifying visions. A sleeping person has no control over himself and is powerless to deal with them. She was outraged by this injustice, this treacherous General need for sleep that she now believed a trap, where the caught even the most forward-looking people. You can organize your life, thoughts, actions and educate their senses so they, like the faithful dog would have followed in the Wake of the mind. And still find yourself suddenly in a dream, which turns you into a weak and helpless victim of terrible visions, all the while swarming in the brain.

Light beyond all price.

The majority of people treat you well only when you don't trust them and don't show that you're hurting.

What suffering will compare with this: you want to forgive, eager to forgive and know that it's hopeless, that can not be forgiven, forgive not dare.

The stone lying on the road, you may have the best intentions, but still it should be removed...

The more complex the task, the more reason now to proceed with it.

Arthur knelt down and bent over the edge of a precipice. Huge pine trees, shrouded in the evening dusk, stood like sentinels along the narrow river banks. A minute passed - the sun, red as a glowing coal, dipped behind a jagged rock, and all around went out. Something dark, menacing loomed over the valley. Cliffs in the West, protruded into the sky like a Fang of some monstrous beast, which here-here will rush on its prey and carried it down to resvertol mouth of the abyss, where the forest muffled moaning in the wind. Tall pine trees with a sharp knife rose up to the sky, whispering almost inaudibly: "Fall on us!". Mountain stream seethed and bubbled in the dark, in inescapable despair, rushing to the stone walls of his prison.
- Padre! Arthur stood up, startled, recoiled from the abyss. - It's like hell!
- No, my son, - said softly she spoke, is like a human soul.
- On the souls of those who are wandering in darkness and death, who strikes with his wing?
- On the souls of those whom you daily meet on the streets.

Great revolutions are not made in one day.

Montanelli turned to the crucifix:
- My God! Can you hear me?..
His voice froze in deep silence. There was no answer. Evil demon awoke again in the Gadfly:
- Mr. louder call! Maybe he's sleeping.