Author of quotes: Giacomo Leopardi

Children find great things in small things; grown-ups cannot gain anything in everything.

The techniques of human brave and decent simple and known to all, a fiction villain mysterious and infinitely varied.

The twinkling of stars wandering bear
Never thought I to behold once again, as before,
From the garden behind my father's house
Il out of the window to converse with the constellation
About years of childhood, the pranks of the innocent,
Which soon came to an end.
About how many images and strange thoughts
You, star, once in me was awakened!
I loved in the garden in the evenings
Sitting on the grass, contemplating the sky,
And listen to the frogs croaking night.
And over the garden fence Firefly
Hovered in the silence and the wind
Spread the aroma of the alleys,
The fragrance of the slender cypresses,
Darkening at the edge of the forest.

Where are you hiding? Why now
You alone my soul chafe?
Land orphaned without you
Humble and empty the window,
I caught your smile
And the reflection of the stars in dark glasses.

Where did you go, what you find
Here about you I'm just a memory,
My delight? Really can't see you
Native land and desolate
Your window where you were standing,
Chatting with me, and which now
Only the reflection of the stars sad.

Always nice to me was a desert hill
And a hedge horizon of the last
The look took. Sitting, watching -
And endless her space
The unearthly silence, the deepest
The rest encompass a thought - a strange chill
Suitable to heart. And when in the grass
And in the crowns of the noise runs through the wind
I the silence of the distant collating
With this loved voice, attain eternity,
And time dead, and this moment
Live, and the sound of it. And in the midst of
So immensity drowns my thought,
And sweet to me the downfall in the sea.

To put an end to unhappy share
With grievances, tears
And our sins,
Sometimes we climb in the loop necessarily.
Mine, however, the opinion,
What intelligent person would not again
To test the patience
Of their own destiny. Since no warm blood,
It will be a pain to calibrate love.

Shall we a future deprived of
And no end of shame?
While I'm alive, addressed to you
My poems, sick generation, -
In them the ancestors of the voice of reproach.
The earth that you trample, stores, ruins
The ancient temples. So take a look for once
On statues, scrolls and paintings!
But if the spirit died away,
Not for your country to such a fate.
Go and look for shelter modest.
It is better to be a widow
Than faint-hearted to nurture men.

You scoundrel Il innocent as a child.
One does not forget:
Desire with age sorazmerit.

The team of people
Good and justice
Sprout not from the swaggering madness,
In any honesty rests of the crowd,
Though threatened by the inevitable fall
Everything is based on delusion.

Who weary of life on earth,
The other a burden!

And our earthly life
Depends, as always,
On the whim of the court,
The evil perpetrated by blind fate.
But in essence
We all go to the beaten trail
And the days run a series.
The soul nourishes itself with hope,
That life was a mile.

Forever, good people will be bad,
And the villains - well...

What, you say, to foment in vain
The fire of innate forces,
When to fight lost desire
And the spirit of the former in the chest long rested,
And all of us ruled hourly
Laziness and empty pastime?
Since in the old chariot
Does the sun in the sky his rounds,
Can it be true deeds of mortals illusory?
Between the truth and lies there's a line
Il our aspirations and dreams absurd?
And here is the answer of Nature:
- The lessons of the past the guarantee of freedom.