Author of quotes: Veniamin Kaverin. Page 2



I'm afraid Your delicacy being held captive by Your sincerity.
№ 154216   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 13:12
The embankment is difficult to change because it is composed of sky, beach and the sea.
№ 154215   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 13:12
Other thoughts, as you know, harmful to the work. Especially when it is impossible to make them nepostoyannymi or even the main.
№ 154182   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 13:10
You trust your visual impressions and need to get rid of them, and the sooner the better. You can trust them, when we, for example, eating in order not to bring the spoon to your ear. Before painting it is necessary to look for visual impressions of the artist, not yours.
№ 154109   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 13:07
You write that my picture is on your Desk and I sometimes seem like a foreign, almost unfamiliar. This happens to me in the morning, in front of the mirror after a sleepless night.
№ 153878   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:53
Would only to a certain extent to be honest with everyone.
№ 153846   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:49
Between "know" and "love" - an abyss.
№ 153845   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:49
Time flies like a meteor, do not have time to look back.
№ 153844   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:49
On separation I could seem to write a whole book. They're very different: freezing when remembered only those not meeting. Babi, when the dead-wish you were here, now, this minute. Funeral when you're forever losing hope.
№ 153839   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:49
We argued, should be forever, because she's not one of those who returned, and I'm not one of those who asked them to come back.
№ 153838   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:49
... life, which does not allow the artist to become an artist, it is his biography.
№ 153354   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:19
In the subway, in the bus, I write you long letters, and when you come home, tired, hard to take up the pen.
№ 153192   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:09
The separation has taught her love is not the splitting, throwing from side to side, pitch, and the pure, genuine, hidden, concealed.
№ 153065   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 12:01
Lying there thinking about what love is, in fact, the easiest way of understanding the world and what the true essence of the person only sees the one who really loves. Who wrote about the "music of the soul"? Her and hears the one who loves. And all others hear in the best case range, and even street noise...
№ 152918   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 11:52
It happens when listening to music, think about "its" and it turns out that "their" is the same music that you still hear.
№ 152896   Added MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 11:50