Author of quotes: Frederick Bachman. Page 4

Death is the extreme case of impotence. Impotence - an extreme case of desperation.

... if we won't forgive those whom we love, what do we have? What is love, if not love our loved ones, even when they don't deserve it?

If we will not forgive each other, we will remain friends, which we will bring to a white heat.

Passion - as a child. It is banal and naive. She can't learn it - instinct, she rolls herself. Turns us. Carries with. All other feelings come from the Earth, and the passion of space. That is why it is valuable: it gives us nothing, but allows you to take the risk. Forget about decency. Do not be afraid of misunderstanding others, condescendingly shaking their heads.

At a certain age almost all the questions that man has set for itself are reduced to one: how I live this life?

The person grinned.
- You Know, Britt. Know. You have no prejudices. You know that I'm a person who happened to be in a wheelchair. Not a wheelchair, which happened to be the man.

The Bank left the Parking lot in a cloud of the worst words ever heard Britt-Marie. Britt-Marie even could not imagine such combinations of the names of genitals and other body parts. In crossword puzzles the number of such combinations is not found.

In any marriage has its flaws, because everyone has their weaknesses. Anyone who lives near another person, learning to cope with these weaknesses on its own. You can, for example, to look upon them as the cabinets and learn how to sweep the floor around them. To maintain the illusion. You know, of course, that accumulates under Cabinet garbage, but learn to cover it deep so guests don't see. And one day someone moves the wardrobe without asking permission, and debris is in the light of God. Debris and scratches. The markings on the floor, which will remain on the floor. And there's nothing to do.

Football is an amazing thing: he's not asking to be loved. He demands it.

With positive people will not understand - whether they are loved for their positivity, whether they are positive because everyone loves them.

Britt-Marie awkwardly clasped his hands to the castle. She wanted to find the entrance to a black hole, shake it from invisible dust and fail there.

- Love the wine, Britt?
"No," said Britt-Marie, not because she disliked wine, but because if you answer "I love wine", people will conclude that you're an alcoholic.

A few years turned into decades, and decades, a lifetime. Have years is common. Not that Britt-Marie refused own expectations. Just one morning she woke up and realized that waiting for nothing more. Came out zilch.

It is difficult to define when love blossoms; one day you Wake up - and the flower blossomed. And the same when love is fading: once it becomes too late. In this sense, love has a lot in common with the balcony plants.