Author of quotes: Ilya Grigoryevich Ehrenburg. Page 2

It is very difficult in the evening of life to remember, to understand her morning - changing lighting, and changing the perception of what you see.

Art not only reveals the eyes, it is revealed from the heat of our eyes.

You can teach a beginner to overcome the literary illiteracy, bad taste, teach him to read, but to teach him to become a new Bitter Blok, Mayakovsky impossible.

When the witnesses are silent, legends are born.

The barbarians, thinking now about the war, ready to kill the future of mankind, because it is not their future.

After the poet left, the artist's paintings, after statesman - the pages of history. And after man? Is that memory a little bit of light and heat.

So to wait even memory extinct,
That was impassable the day
To die with a pretty name
And catch someone else's shadow
Not to trust the mirror
So from pillows to hide
So the light of his love and faithfulness
To bury, hide, dim,
So fingers accidentally cracked,
To sigh and one to hold in the hand.
So wait, so, dead, he felt
Hot wind on his cheek...