Author of quotes: Andre Gide

Take care of the weak, protect it, but, I implore you by all the saints, do not apply to him our measurements.

Than being weaker, the worse for him every change.

I wanted to cry, but I felt that my heart was as barren as a desert.

I plunge into pitch-black night...
Have mercy, Lord have mercy! I agree to give up love for her, but don't let God, her death!

I don't want to be happy. I prefer to know.

I is a pleasure to behold in their transparent hearts a gleam of poetry!

And in their company I feel the loneliness even more painful...

Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has courage to lose sight of the shore.

How can you feel affection for life, if the lost opportunity to do good?

Only snobs amuse, exposing all her jewelry, especially when they are fake.

Heart has no ability to commiserate-to-order; I felt for him only disgust.

Good deeds <...> could be pleasant only in those cases where we have the opportunity to pay the same.

And, not being able to explain the coldness of her lover, she blamed it on myself, told myself I could conquer him if I was prettier and bolder; not being able to hate him, she blamed himself, uncials, considered himself worthless, didn't see the point in their existence, and did not recognize any more advantages.

I held firmly, despite her tears - the last argument of the women, knowing that they need to give the little finger, they grab the whole hand, and then the rest.