Author of quotes: Muriel Barbury. Page 4

I know I'm a coward, but don't you dare say that to me.

... Well what we found on the decline. The ephemeral appearance, in which appears the item at that moment, I see beauty and death.

All our cats, all these ridiculous and seemingly useless animals, with humility and indifference that accompany us on life's journey are keepers of cheerful joyful moments, happy ones and that comes through even in the most unhappy plight.

Do you know what it is - the summer rain?
This is when the summer sky explodes with the pure beauty and awe engulfs the soul - it is scary to feel so small in the midst of a divine element, so fragile, amazed by the grandeur of what is happening, stunned, enchanted, and delighted that universal power.
It's when I'm coming down the corridor and find yourself in a room flooded with light. As if in another dimension, with others, suddenly grasped by intuition the laws. And no more body shell, takes to the skies shower, imbued with the power of water, and in this new birth, the coming happy days.
Finally, the summer rain like cleansing tears, copious, large, turbulent, carrying away with them the distemper; he sweeps the dust and mustiness, refreshes us with life-giving breath.
And sometimes summer rain penetrates us so deeply that beats in the chest, just a new heart, in unison with our previous.

Literature! Isn't it the most noble entertainment, not the most pleasant company, not the sweet oblivion!

Maybe we're all sick because we have too much.

If I really hate something, it's when people built their defects or mania in the principles.

What is the aristocrat? The one does not affect the culpability, even if surrounds her from all sides.

Last summer when the news was told that a few Africans died due to the fact that their jam-Packed house on fire thrown on the ladder match, I thought that's what. These people every day poked in the wall of his aquarium, and none of the tales does not cover the obvious reality. And my parents and sister, in their chetyrehmetrovoy apartment, cluttered with furniture and hung with paintings, imagining floating in the ocean.

The people have faith in what is not there, because they are living beings and do not want to suffer.

Everyone has his own destiny, he couldn't get out, no matter how you try; you can amuse yourself with illusions, but in the final scene will still appear what actually has always been. Go though your entire life in delicate linen, of the subtleties will not increase, as the patient will not increase the health from the fact that it is surrounded by healthy people.

I need to know that the world is ugly, does not want to have to see it firsthand.

Because they do not live, takamines, those who are obsessed with unwillingness to die.

It is painful to leave those we love, but a hundred times more painful to break up with someone who doesn't love us.