Author of quotes: Friedrich Dürrenmatt

Hope to prove to the court his innocence is, to put it mildly, puzzling idea.

Your hope is a Mirage, your patience - pointless, your sacrifice is stupid! Your whole life is gone for nothing!

Your love died a long time ago. But mine simply will not die. But to live she can't. She turned into a monster, like me, are like those of grebes and dead rhizomes, which disfigure the forest.

That left in life - to watch as the rushing train.

My dear, if I, as a politician, have not had the opportunity to dream of a better future, not tying him to the crime, I would long ago have resigned. You can be sure...

Hell you carry. You are older than me and mocked with the hope that know people. But to know this only himself. If many years ago you betrayed the girl for the money, do not think that today people will betray because of money you. You measure on a yardstick. Well, it's natural. The reason that awakens in us the fear hidden in our hearts, it breeds in our sins; understand that and then you will fight that torments you; you will find the weapon to defeat your fear.

Over the past century, we have many times sacrificed themselves for the state that it is time for the state to sacrifice himself for us.

Don't be ashamed of your love and love of country - good love. However, it must be strict and critical, otherwise it will be monkey love. If the Fatherland discover stains and dirty places, then they need to be cleaned. Of all the twelve feats of Hercules I liked how he cleaned the Augean stables; to demolish the whole house and then in this poor corrupt world, to build another pointless and stupid.

Can't fuck with the ideals, for the ideals of the people bleed.

Writing a play is like playing chess.

Justice punishes evil, hope wants to fix it, but love doesn't notice.

Intuition is the ability of certain people for a fraction of a second it is a mistake to assess the situation.

Three days later, early in the morning came a messenger and told them that night God left his coffin, it was empty; Pilate immediately jumped back and looked long into the depths of the cave. Yes, it was empty, and next to the wreckage lay a heavy stone that blocked the entrance. Pilate turned slowly. And behind him stood a slave, and now he saw the face of the Lord. Like the vast landscape of the Kingdom of the dead spread to a slave - such was that face, pale in the light of working day, with an adjacent centuries, and when the master's eyes opened, their look was cold and indifferent.

The streets were empty, collapsed in the destroyed earth, crushed by the sky, and could no longer distinguish day from night. His companions ' faces Pilate was pale, and their helmets as a snail shell on a bare skull with dull eyes. Pilate was afraid, seeing their hands: like spiders they wrapped around the reins.