Author of quotes: Henry Rider Haggard. Page 2

Fate appeared in front of us, and that man can face fate?

The dead know everything; but what seems lost, they find again; in death all is forgiven, even those the priests and dignitaries who betrayed you, the Hyksos, are forgiven; those who battle axe of Ru had been sent here, stand beside me and seek your forgiveness. In death comes as an Epiphany.

And yet in my soul still burning flame; I only changed outwardly, for time and grief have no power over the immortal spirit of man. The seasons are changing, can fly Hope, like the bird of Passion breaks the wings of an iron cage of Destiny; Dreams dissipate, just woven from the mists palaces at sunrise; Faith runs dry, just gushing from the ground spring; the Loneliness cuts us from people, just the endless Sands of the desert; old Age creeps up on us as night, and hangs over our shame is covered with a gray bowed head, Yes, chained to the wheel of Fate, we are experiencing all the vicissitudes which exposes us to life: soar up to the top, as kings; down in the dust, as slaves; then love, then hate, then drowning in luxury, eke in abject poverty. And still all the twists and turns of our life we abide in this great miracle of our Essence.

Let the most important to us being brings us death, because Love is more cruel than Death, and we when the hour comes, oplachivaet for our flour of the same coin - we still can't stop loving, we longingly extend our hand to what was the subject of our passionate desires, and the blood of our hearts poured on the altar debunked deity. For Love - the breath of the spirit World, it knows no Death.

Although the mad passion this woman has ruined me, I confess: I secretly was grateful to her - because her love was molested by every single male in this shameless court, and it is so much endless long years remained loyal to the outcast who didn't love her, and when this pathetic, broken slave of Destiny back in such an unsightly appearance, he was as dear to her heart. Is there a man alive who won't appreciate this rare and wonderful gift, the only treasure that can not buy and do not sell for gold - the true love of a woman?

Bad thou, Harmachis, for all his learning and wisdom, know how great the devotion of the female heart, if you believe that it is capable of loving when he changed the appearance of the beloved: even the terrible change which exposed him to death, powerless to kill love. Know also, o learned doctor that I am one of those women who, loving once, love to the last breath, and if their love does not meet with response, carry your virginity to the grave.

Look at this great lot of nights resting your head, you fell asleep in the arms of those hands. Forget it if you can! Can't, I can see it in your eyes! All my pain was nothing compared to the torture that plagued your dark soul, you're always going to crave, and you're never going to quench your thirst! Harmachis, pathetic slave, how finely your celebration compared to mine: I'm defeated, defeated to you! Take my scorn, worthless! I'm dying, I condemn you to torture your inexhaustible love for me!

Charmian, in our will to choose good or evil, - I replied, - but I am sure that our fate controls the other, higher Destiny, she like a hurricane, prinesses of nowhere, suddenly catches our frail boat, and no matter how much we struggled with the wind, breaks it and drowns.

You can't imagine, Olympius, what great power - jealousy: this tiny wedge can split a mighty tree of the Empire, this secret hammer forging the fate of monarchs.

Driven by a great love for you, I have wronged you, for which I will pay all my life and all endless eternity after death.

The minute they wanted you dead, Yes, Harmachis, I would cry then life on your grave, but I have doomed you to death.

Revenge is sweet, and yet... it's an arrow, which often strikes one who released it.

You're a man, you should firmly bear this misfortune. You yourself planted the seeds - now is the time of harvest; but after the crop is harvested, the Nile overflows, washes away the dried roots and kills them, and then again comes the season of sowing.

Pity, the same love, Charmian. Inscrutable are the ways of female love, your love did something truly incomprehensible, I knows it. But the stronger the love, the deeper the abyss into which she may fall, then again to ascend into the heavens and back cast.