Author of quotes: Romain Gary. Page 2

He was thinking of Zos. He wondered if military discipline required him to ask the guerrillas for permission to marry her. They would probably laugh at him and say he was too young. He seems too young for anything other than hunger, cold, and bullets.

All these are sentiments, Worm concluded with indignation. - That's not how we need to fight. You need to fight in cold blood, well calculating the blow. It is necessary to choose the right moment, and not to indulge in despair and die a heroic death. Personally, I am infuriated at the thought of these poor girls, I can't sleep, I burst with anger. But to die like this is just to calm yourself down. Moreover, to give yourself pleasure. But we need to survive and win. We need to win the war, hang all the scoundns and build a society where this will never happen again.

- They will. People always tell, you just need to be able to listen.

It hurt a lot at first. But now I'm used to it and I don't feel anything.

Leave the devil who governs us. Think about God.

The earth is a bad place and getting worse and worse. Don't forget that if you want to earn heaven.

Not enough to sell body and soul, it is necessary that you they still paid, and this is the hardest to achieve.

Some call it half-baked and others a "sacred spark". It is sometimes difficult to distinguish one from the other. But if you do someone or something you love, give it all you've got, and even himself, and does not care about the rest...

Since then, as it is not, it never left me, and now that she's back, she is quite different.

Don't trust women with multiple coats, they will always expect from you another.

I have long wanted to visit Russia. Cute, romantic country with thousands of sled speeding on white roads under a silvery chime of bells. Restless country, seeking to drown his broad soul in the infinitely sad music, the sounds which tell of a brief and quickly suppressed the insurrection or of overflowing, but never neurolaena the country where you live one only dreams; where the greatness of man is measured by the loftiness of his dreams, where reality is considered to be low-lying, insignificant thing that suffer with indifferent contempt.

He already knew that truth is known not cold reason but through the passionate emotional outbursts.

There are moments in history, one of which we live, when everything that does not allow man to despair, all that helps to believe him and move on, in need of shelter, in the shelter. This shelter sometimes becomes a song, a poem, music or a book.

There is no art to despair, despair - only the lack of talent.