Author of quotes: Janusz Leon Wisniewski. Page 2

There's nothing worse than loneliness.

"Why do you these stupid descriptions of a sick imagination defective deaf mute hysteric on invalid pensions, which can humiliate any ham only because he feels many times better than me because he hears?"
And as she nervously wrote, the characters became more and more promiscuous, just like becoming slurred voice of a man who cries, expressing resentment and despair. I remember I went up to her and pressed her to him. Then washed off with sponge and mirror its inscription and by the same token wrote for what to me these descriptions and how they are important to me. She clung to me, crying like a baby.

Still he does so in detail described their suffering. Didn't want to. And needs was not. Father already knew everything without words, and others... Others just didn't matter. But her he wanted to tell. Every detail. About every tear. And he did it. Why? Because it is far and not see the tears? Or because there is no one else to tell, but I really want to tell? Or maybe it's pure selfishness? The desire to share the sorrow of the past and thus to reduce its burden? Maybe it now means so much to him, so important, so set up with him in response and so trust worthy that he was not afraid even this level of intimacy? And it is also. But, perhaps, the matter does not end there.

And now I only exist - only because you do not have the courage to end it all.

After all, if some nonsense to repeat thousands of years, in the end, it becomes a universal rule, or even dogma.

Time does not heal. It leads to indifference. It kills everything that we loved so much.

Heart stops hurting when you are addicted to someone else and begin to read. But the liver... sorry for the poverty of speech - your liver is constantly shit. The liver does not believe in tears and books its not spend...

Because I think that people would have to be God to be able to love and not to think about how if I love him back. Although this is arrogant to the loving desire, to loved him, too, with this kind of love nothing really has, frankly.

Because I think that love never, probably, is not born alone - as an only child in the family. With her always is born its twin - fear. <...>
In a sense, real, sincere and beautiful love you can find it on this fear. And admit to this fear is to confess love.

After all, the Church itself would not exist today if not for the weekly fear that the Church brings people every Sunday. The Church that fear, thanks to him, it fills their trays.

"Can be, in fact, - she thought, - these "bracketed" do not fit in any frame, since they are more sensitive? Or, on the contrary: they become more sensitive, because the world always "makes the brackets"?

Because there's no German who would not be afraid of his superiors. And every German superiors. This really is the people. So it's safe to say that God is not German.

To be the best is a terrible decision. Especially. if you take it for yourself, and not, say, for parents. <...> Striving for perfection is a manifestation of extreme selfishness. And also very quickly causes addiction like a drug. In extreme cases - and it was such an extreme case is the desire leads to crime against loved ones. You deprive them of your attention, time, care, thought, you bring them to sacrifice just to survive this short-term euphoria in the moment when you're standing on the podium.

I like this beard for business needs. If you me, lady, shave, so I have good people on the street will stop and I do not collect can result. Is it good? You, young lady, ever seen clean-shaven and neatly trimmed beggar? Because I've never seen, and in this business for several years spinning. Shave my whole image change, and maybe even break my image - and competitors only rejoice that, will your dirty hands and RUB. Now divorced so many beggars that it is necessary in step with the times and go about your image how to take care of. If things go on like this, soon I will have your profile on Facebook to have.