Author of quotes: Henry Rider Haggard. Page 8

How little we think of others when it comes to our security, our vanity or reputation.

Truth is a sharp spear, which hits the target and never misses.

Love the one that is with you, because you know that one that far, you probably is not true.

... laughter and sarcasm wounded heart often tries to hide from the world his pain.

What unfathomable thing - the love of a woman, so fragile, when only in its infancy, and as formidable when developed to its full potential! It starts off sounding like a trickle that came from the bowels of the mountain. And what brook becomes after that? A trickle becomes a mighty river, on which are floating caravans of rich vessels, which gives life to the earth and gives her joy and happiness. But suddenly the river rises and washes away everything that had been planted with such hope, draws in debris built palaces and destroys our happiness and temples of purity and faith... Love lifts negligible to immeasurable heights of power, overthrows the great in the dust. And while there is tainstvennaya creation of nature - a Woman, Good and Evil will exist inseparable. She stands and, blinded by love, weaves the thread of our destiny, it pours sweet wine in the bitter Cup of bile, it poisons the healthy breath of life poison their desires. Wherever you slip, it will be everywhere in front of you. Her weakness is your strength, its power is your death. It you're born, she is doomed. She is your slave, and all holds you captive; for her sake you forget about honor; it's worth it to touch the constipation, and it will tomcats, all obstacles fall in front of her. It is boundless as the ocean, she is as changeable as the sky, her name Neproduvaemosti. Man, don't try to run from the Woman and from her love, because wherever you're hiding, it is your life and everything you do, you do for her.

Woe to the builders who erected the building on the Foundation of female loyalty, a woman loyal only as long as it likes, but fell out of love and loyalty turned to betrayal. A man will not fail, betray, and the woman is very fickle, it is like a sea, and now it is calm and gentle, and in the evening a raging storm, the waves fly to the sky and plunge into the abyss.

Love does not consider his labors, Charmian, and not care weighs on the scales of the merchant. She gladly gives everything she has, gives infinite, while the soul does not go blank, and she still think that she gave a little.

The love that fills the heart, can only be killed by contempt, it will eat it away like acid, and discover the true essence of the beloved being, in all its pathetic nakedness.