Author of quotes: Yuri Nagibin

Russian people lie when talking about his pursuit of happiness. We don't know how to be happy, we don't need, we don't know what to do with it.

The meaning of love is to hard to find a woman who won't be able to love you and to plunk it all: soul, brain, money, nerves.

Do not be afraid Oct <...>, October beautiful, perhaps most beautiful of all months of the year, even may. May suffer with hope and promises that never come true, October promises nothing, does not give the slightest hope, it's all in itself. And behind it is darkness, cold, slush, wet snow, a huge night, the end. But as beautiful now! What is the gold! What is copper! And how wonderful green of fir trees in the forest and vines over the river! What's green is not faded grass. And above all - the pure blue sky. Solid under foot, if forged, road, puddles covered already not sugar, melting ice, and dark, opaque and solid. And the great void, quiet, proskurenko from the edge to the edge of a forest: nor bird, nor animal, nor insect, nor rustle or squeak or whistle.

Here it is, blind the feeling of love! No logic, no sense, no calculation, no truth and reason.

Why not just come up with subconscious of a person to do what he wants, and not as it should.

That's not the point - what to write and how to write. You can lie in the story is not very dangerous, you can lie in the idea - does not matter; the pernicious lie in the expression of feeling in the world.

Do not draw some things that you need to know powroty you can't talk about this with each other, otherwise it will not animate those all pure - and purely human licentiousness.

Before people were gazing at my soul, causing scratches not deeper than the pencil on the paper, and now they are marking inside of me, like the tram.

Children are one of the eternal illusions of mankind. Naivete is showing that people still do not fully spoiled. Nobody expects that from a chicken egg hatched ostrich, which of the Jackal puppy grow up to be big Behemoth, but I think baby will come is not necessarily such a bastard, as we all do, and something "decent". Forget that a baby can come out only man and to be touched there is absolutely nothing.

A happiness that was happening not at the expense of another, simply does not exist. When you hug a woman, the other, sometimes unknown to you, crying into the pillow. It's so obvious...

So true that people should be responsible for everything generously attributed to the case of sudden forgetfulness, ambiguity slips of the tongue, an awkward gesture that causes someone pain, are all signs of things happening within us latent life, more sincere and genuine than our outer conscious behavior.

Love can only be for anything, and if something, it's another feeling, too, in his valuable and worthy, but there is no doom, and reckless selflessness of true love. The same applies to friendship. You have put me out of fire, I gave up on the woman - we're friends forever. Nonsense! Do not confuse friendship nor gratitude, nor sense of duty. Friendship is when it is just, when is any violence (demanding friendship - false fiction didactic literature), friendship is happiness.

Peace, trust, kindness to one another, the dignity of every passing hour, not marred by any cunning or stealth, no thought behind, have a much greater value than astratta diversity, dangerous turns, secret fading.

Holiday because a holiday that comes and goes, flares, bottled lights and fades. Otherwise it is not a holiday, but more or less pleasant routine. Endless celebration of sorrow, as in the paintings of Watteau.