Author of quotes: Romain Gary



Lieutenant Tvardovsky takes a small volume out of his pocket and puts it on the ground, on the ant path. But this will not force the ants to deviate from their everlasting path. They climb the barrier and indifferently, hastily crawl over the bitter words printed on paper in big black letters: "EUROPEAN EDUCATION." They stubbornly drag their funny blades of grass. The book will not cause them to stray from the Path that millions of other ants have followed before them and which millions of others have blazed. How many millennia have they been working for and how many millennia have this ridiculous, tragic and indefatigable tribe still to labor? How many new cathedrals will they erect for their God, who rewarded them with such a fragile constitution and such a heavy burden? Why fight and pray, hope and believe? The world in which people suffer and die is no different from the world in which ants suffer and die: it is a cruel and incomprehensible world, where the main thing is to carry further and further an absurd blade of grass or straw, further and further, in the sweat of your brow and at the cost of his bloody tears, on and on! without even stopping to take a breath and ask why ...
№ 404421   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 07:21
Oak trees, too, probably have their own legends about heroes, beautiful songs and children's tales full of hopes and golden promises, and when they are cut down, perhaps they also think that they are dying for an immortal just cause, and, falling, dream of some that perfectly happy forest that one day will rise where they fell.
№ 404420   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 07:18
- There will never be more wars, Americans and Russians will fraternally unite their efforts and build a new, happy world, from which fear and fear will forever be banished. All of Europe will be united and free; and there will come such a fruitful and creative spiritual revival, which man did not dream of even in the most sublime moments...
"How many nightingales," Janek thought, "sang like this in the night, for centuries? How many gullible and inspired nightingales died with this eternal and wonderful song on their lips? How many more of them will die in cold and suffering, in contempt, hatred and loneliness, before the promise of their delightful voices comes true? How many more centuries? How many births, how many deaths? How many prayers and dreams, how many nightingales? How many tears and songs, how many voices in the night? How many nightingales?"
№ 404419   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 07:15
- There will always be someone who starts it.
№ 404417   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 07:09
- Because you are unhappy. If you love someone, nothing can make you unhappy.
№ 404416   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 07:06
Who benefits from it, from this war? Not at all to those who go to the front: they die, and even if they return, they find the home destroyed. No, it benefits those who stay. Like Schmidt, who takes your wife while you're far away...
№ 404414   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 07:00
- Do you like Russians?
"I love all nations," Dobransky said, "but I do not like any particular nation. I am a patriot, but not a nationalist.
- What's the difference?
- Patriotism is love for one's own. And nationalism is hatred of others. To the Russians, to the Americans, to all... A great brotherhood is emerging in the world - we owe it to the Germans, at least, to this...
№ 404413   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 06:57
- Saveliy Lvovich! Peh shouted. - After all, your son liberated Stalingrad.
- N-no. It's not my son. The people liberated Stalingrad. Folks, you know? People should be thanked! My son retreated month after month. He drew arrows and circles on the map: that's all he did. Then he said to himself, "This circle will be the last." "Okay?" he asked the people. And the people said, "Got it." So who should we thank? The one who drew a small icon on the map, or the one who irrigate the earth with his blood? And?
Silence reigned.
№ 404412   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 06:54
No, this is the voice of the Russian winter, - ordinary Grunewald thinks complacently, - of the Russian forest and steppes. The voice of an endless night, a short and dull day, like a flash of consciousness between two dreams. The voice of the endless land and wide, like the sea, rivers ...
№ 404411   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 06:51
Hell is white! - suddenly makes a discovery student Karminkel. - No flame, only eternal snow. The souls of sinners freeze in an ice bath. And Satan has a gray beard, he speaks Russian and looks like Santa Claus ...
№ 404410   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 06:48
The whole difference between me and the wolf is, - said Janek, - that I do not howl. He sighed. - I want to.
№ 404409   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 06:45
"I just heard a wolf," Zosia said. - He howled very close.
Dobransky and Janek returned from the forest with armfuls of firewood. Their clothes and faces were soaked in the snow...
- Here you will inevitably take up, - Dobransky noted.
№ 404408   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 06:42
The strength of a soldier is not anger, but indifference.
№ 404407   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 06:39
You can't get taller than an ass.
№ 404406   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 06:36
She wanted little: to love, to eat well and to be warm, and she asked herself why it is so difficult to love and not die of hunger or cold? It is much more important to find the answer to this question, she thought, than to know everything that her peers are taught in school: that the earth is round, that it turns and how it is spelled correctly: Chrzeszczy chrzaszcz wtrzcinie *.
Quote Explanation: *Beetles in reeds
№ 404405   Added MegaMozg 24-09-2020 / 06:33