Author of quotes: Henry Rider Haggard. Page 5

Strange, how awful, we always experienced at the sight of the dead!

- ... What is life? It is easy to feather, is the seed of grass, which the wind carries in all directions. Sometimes it reproduces and then dies, sometimes flies in the heavens. But if the seed is healthy, I may be slightly delayed on the way which he was destined. Well, fighting with the wind to go that way and dwell on it. The man must die. In the worst case he might die a little earlier...

- What is life? he continued. - Tell me about the white people! You are wise, you who know the mysteries of the universe secrets of the stars and all that is above them and around them! About white people, you in the blink of an eye pass his words from afar without a voice, open to me the secret of our lives: where it goes and where it come from?
You can not answer me; you do not know. Listen to me: I will answer myself. From darkness we came, and into darkness we go. Like a bird blown about in the darkness of the storm, we're out of Nothing. For a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and here again we fly into Nothing. Life is nothing and life is everything. This is the hand that removes Death. It's a Firefly that flickers in the dark of night and goes out in the morning. This white steam of breath of the oxen in winter, it is barely visible shadow, which creeps along the grass and disappears at sunset.

We speak too much about the sorrows of our youth. If our beloved leaves us, we will release all the light sobs, and vow that the life we are now in life. But only leaning in despair over the lifeless body of their child, we first learn the present, terrible grief. They say that time heals all wounds. It's a lie. Grief time can't erase. I'm old, and I know it.

Of course, many will become me to condemn, because we are willing to forgive your enemies, but this I leave forgiveness to the Lord God.

White people would be in seventh heaven from happiness, because when facing death, all other losses seem insignificant. Another thing - the Indians. When the luck turns away from them, they cease to cherish life. These warriors Otomi lost their homeland, their homes, their wives, their brothers and all his property. What do they have left? Life is it right to go on all four sides. Why should they now live? This is why Otomi has met the mercy of the enemy is exactly the same as would meet their disgrace, - a sullen silence.

The gods let no one judge!

Old customs, as they don't rebuke, forgotten hard.

Fool! I forgot that betrayal makes it possible.

... better to die free than to live as slaves!

... so don't hate me. Your love will help you to justify my because for us women. love is all.

If I get sick and die, then, simply my time has come.

... while I'm alive and free, it is still possible for something to count on.

... for us mere mortals, death means much more than bystroletov moment of life.

Death itself is not so bad, life can be much worse.