Author of quotes: Nikolai Karamzin

Because men and women know how to love.

I'm sad, but how sweet is this sorrow! Ah! Youth is lovely age of our life! Heart, in the fullness of life, creates the future for us, what he cute; everything seems possible, everything is close. Love and glory, two idol sensitive shower, behind a veil in front of us and raise your hand to shower us with gifts of their own. Heart beats in a delightful anticipation, lost in the desires, in choosing happiness and enjoying the possible even more than actual.
But the look of youth on her face fade, the experience of the dry heart, assuring him of the difficulties of the happy success that had once seemed to him so easy! We learn that imagination has adorned all the pleasantness of life, by concealing from us the shortcomings of it. Youth is gone, love, as the sun slipped from the horizon well remains in the heart? Some lovely and sad memories - a gentle melancholy - a feeling similar to that which have separated from an invaluable friend, with no hope to see him in this light. - And thank?.. Say, that it is the last consolation of love torn hearts, but glory, like a rose love has its thorns, their deceptions and flour. How many people have been happy with it? The first sound it excites the Hydra of envy and backbiting, which will sizzle you to the grave and to the grave of your sliut still poison your.
Our life is divided into two periods: the first to hold in the future, and the second in the past. Some years, in the pride of their hopes, people all looking forward to the idea: "there, There waits my fate worthy of my heart!" Loss little disappointment to him, the future seems to him limitless Treasury, prepared for his pleasures. But when the heat of youth is over, when a hundred times offended pride, to learn humility, when, a hundred times deceived by the hope of finally cease to believe her, then angrily leaving the future to draw the eye on the past and want some pleasant memories to replace the lost happiness of flattering expectations, telling myself in consolation: "And we, and we've been in Arcadia!". Then only learn how to cherish the present, then go to the extreme sensitive to suomalaisia spending, then beautiful day, fun ride, entertaining book, sincere friendly conversation, even petting a faithful dog (which left us with the wrong mistress!) removed from the eyes of our tears of gratitude, but at the same time and the death of his beloved birds makes us great grief.
The confluence of these two eras? No eye sees or the heart feels. Once in Switzerland I went out for a walk at sunrise. The people I met said, "Good morning, sir!" That to me was further, I do not remember, but suddenly brought me out of my reverie greeting: "Good evening!" I looked up at the sky: the sun was going down. It hit me. It happens with us in life! First talking about the man: "How young he is!" and suddenly say about him: "he's old!"...

History will not solve the question of man's moral freedom; but supposing the judges in judgment on your deeds and characters, interpret those and others, first, the natural properties of people, and secondly, circumstances, or impressions of objects, existing for the soul.

Who doesn't respect himself, that, no doubt, and others will not be respected...

Maybe we have forgotten the soul, if from the eyes of our tears are never dripping.

... the story is not novel and the world is not a garden where everything has to be nice: it depicts the real world.

They say that disaster is the teacher: it has this advantage only for minds profound; others, having experienced misfortune, want to be guided in the Affairs of the new rules and fall into new errors.

... a strong spirit of fall like babies on the way of iniquity!

The history in some sense is a sacred book of the peoples: the main need; the mirror of their existence and activities: the tablet of revelations and rules; the Covenant of ancestors to offspring; addition, the exposition of the present and future example.

The first days after the death of the tyrant are the happiest peoples...

... the end of suffering is the liveliest of human pleasures.

In human nature there are two opposing inclinations: one involves our heart always to new objects, and the other binds us to the old; one call inconstancy, love the news, and a different habit. We miss you and wish you a uniformity of change; however, parting with what our soul is accustomed to feel sorrow and regret. Happy is he in whom these two propensities are equivalent! But in whom one will outweigh the other, or he will be the eternal tramp, windy, restless, shallow in spirit; or cold, lazy, insensitive. One, incessantly darting from subject to subject, cannot in anything deeper is diffused and weakens the heart; the other, seeing and hearing always the same Yes, the same coarsens feelings and finally falls asleep soul. Thus, these two extremes closer together because she and the other weakens in us the spiritual actions.

- Where you take so much effort and so much patience? I said to Lavater, wondering about its activities.
Friend! he answered with a smile. - A person can do a lot, if you want, and the more he acts, the more finds the strength and hunting to action.

I love big cities and the multitude, in which a person may be remote, rather than in the smallest company; I like to look at thousands of strangers, which, like Chinese shadows, flashed in front of me, leaving the nerves of light, barely perceptible impressions; love lost soul in the diversity of existing objects at me and would suddenly turn to himself, to think that I'm the focus of the moral world, the object of all his movements, or a speck of dust, which with myriad other atoms are drawn in a whirlwind of predefined cases. My philosophy is strengthened, so to speak, a view of human vanity; on the contrary, being one with him, often find their thoughts on the mundane nonentities. The moral light, like celestial bodies, has two forces: one involves our heart to himself, and with the other pushes him away: first feel more alive in solitude, between other people - but not everyone is required to have my feelings.