Author of quotes: Stefan Zweig. Page 16

If a person definitely wants to take up a hopeless cause, the insidious case is willing to go to meet him.

Only one thing I hate and only one I hate - excuses, empty words, lies - I'm sick of them!

I understand that it is pointless to deprive yourself of the pleasure due to the fact that it deprived the other, to abandon happiness because someone else is unhappy. I know that in the moment when we laugh at flat jokes, someone escapes death rattle that thousands of Windows hides the need and people are starving that there are hospitals, quarries, and coal mines that in factories, in offices, in prisons, countless people hour after hour pulling the strap of forced labor, and none of the disadvantaged will be easier if someone else came into our heads also suffer pointlessly and aimlessly. Is only for a moment to embrace the imagination of all the misery, slushayutsya on earth as you'll lose sleep and laughter stuck in my throat. But not fictional, not imaginary suffering to disturb and break the soul - do you shake her capable only of what she sees firsthand sympathetic eyes.

He just was the sort of annoying people that collect experience with the same zeal as kids - postage stamps, is extremely proud of each instance of its collection.

No wine can not be forgotten until it remembers conscience.

All the evil in this world of incompleteness.

It's awful not to be able to overcome distance, time!

Citation chronic diarrhea.

Adultery always made me disgusted - but not because of moral pedantry, not from a hypocritical sense of decency, not even because adultery is always theft, embezzlement body, but mainly because every woman in such moments betray the other person, each becomes a Delilah, vyryvaya have betrayed the secret of his strength or his weakness, to give it to the enemy. Betrayal seems to me not that woman given herself, but that, in my defense, she's with another tear the veil of shame; unsuspecting infidelity, sleeping she gives to ridicule sarcastic curiosity triumphant rival.

With me happened the same thing with the Prince in the Eastern tale: tearing, one after another print with the doors locked rooms, he found each more and more treasures, and with ever-increasing greed searched these rooms, burning with impatience to reach the last. Similarly, I went from one book to another, not to slake their endless thirst.

The worst that happens in the world is guilty of evil and cruelty, and almost always a weakness.

About the power of passion always judged on committed in the name of her recklessness.