Author of quotes: Franz Wertvollen. Page 46

It's fantastic - in fact, we live in a world populated with his numb autistic. How do such creatures managed to survive?

Aging always start with the brain, narrowing the world to the four walls of home and office, with the contraction time up to the date of birth, when the eighties of the twentieth century is already a date "before Christ", with a narrowing of interests.
Old age begins with the decay of imagination and unwillingness to think.
Unwillingness to look.

They say that God is generous -
not true.
He was lenient
of despair.

Franz, we are filthy rich and spoilt rotten.
But we are young and beautiful.
Franz, we are filthy rich and spoiled to rot...
But we're young and beautiful.

Heroes were just creatures so starved out for beauty, that they made in real with their own lives. And they wanted this beauty to last, to echo in the times and glimpses of before definitely leaving this world of timid ugliness.
Rough translation: heroes were those rare beings who had the thirst to beauty so that they embody it in their lives. And they wanted to make it lasted, was the echo across time and flickered, until finally would not leave the world in a cowardly ugliness.

I love people who can me sincerely disagree.
I know it's hard. Sometimes it is impossible.
And I don't like arguing with me - it gives idiots.
I love those who are not disagree with me.
"Arguing" and "disagree" - an abyss lies between them.

Art - music, movies, paintings, books, in essence concentrate. A person can a thousand times to repeat one and the same truth, yet he will not live, she will remain for him only the empty set of sounds, as if he no agree, no matter how hard to remember. People to be able to fit into her life, only when something is lived.

Craftsman - everyone that's trained hand. The artist - a rarity. Genius is almost an impossibility, a mistake of nature.

Honey,
honey,
sweetheart
Hel,
how would I forever
save
in itself
your sense of peace?
Silver-lead your waves want the left atrium of the heart
to download quiet on the lungs.
That one ventricle of the human motor - the lead is yours
other mercury star,
one pump quiet,
the other - the sun
with all the insignificance
geomagnetic storms of it,
Big Bang, suckers.

Wrong questions, Anyway, you ask.
Wrong.
It is not "does love crystal lattice?".
Change.
And if you don't succeed, the creature, so you will die in hell of its own despair,
very existence then becomes torture.
That life, that death slowly, bit by bit
tiny
the gain
saw the dying remnants of
those
who didn't bother to change
when I'm on divine goodness
suddenly give a chance to.
Does love....
Yes.
When I need change.
Question, Anyway, is not.
Can love help heal the puppets of the puppeteer?

Old age and death is immobility.
What are these dragonflies that ants only to immobility and seek. They have no courage with the world to experiment. Experiments, ladies and gentlemen, it is not in India for the cow to go and not coked up in "Playstation" to play is yourself and the world change, so blind. It is the freshness and the big challenges. The unquenchable desire and courage each time for more to take. As soon as it disappears - and then old age, at least forty, at least twelve, as many old men are born.

Genius of the sky ever taken - all beauty. No matter who would be Achilles in the 9th century, the 20th, for now, he would be Achilles. And deploy his life story, his inner world has always been the greatest art in the mail, he, flair, or in a tuxedo from Tom Ford.

Small yellowish teeth, wrinkles goose not goose - the quiet smile of the old woman.
JOHNSON: I know, I'm... I'm absolutely not going to smile.
FRANZ: thank you! It's just... unusual to you. Smile you did not know and still afraid, but if you'll smile more often, it gets used to you and will love you.
Again smiling.
JOHNSON: Here you're a terrible flatterer, come to think of it.
FRANZ: she Said to the man, all their acquaintance say that she's a stump, roach, slime, filth, freak, and wanting to strangle her.
JOHNSON: so far?
FRANZ: No, you know, released.

Anything people are not as afraid as the destruction of their framework, because it's the crash of their small worlds, so carefully constructed since childhood. Hence the fear of anything new, just different - God forbid shake the already hlipenky basis.
The Empire built on bones. Not friends or enemies, and the bones of your own stereotypes, beliefs, philosophies, became close.