Author of quotes: Pascal Bruckner

To love - means to leave all the worlds that embodied a loved one. And when he goes around us like wraiths, continue to rotate open the planet.

Two is a small Principality, in which each defends its own laws and which is forever threatened by the tyranny, then anarchy.

The human mind, even freed from the shackles of ignorance and prejudice, consistently encountered the gap between theory and practice.

I'm not asking you to love me... with me you just have to accept.

Tyrannize usually those who love us, is equally fond of those who tyrannized us.

The first of all freedoms is the ability to say no.

The Internet, mobile phone tools to get out of loneliness - primarily the assertion of loneliness, making it tolerable.

This is our hell, the reverse of our achievements: we can't fall in love corresponds to the level of claims - not because of mediocrity around some, but because of the exorbitant claims.

Sometimes it is necessary to be on the verge of death, to rediscover the taste of life.

Each stage of existence has its own smell: a childhood smell of milk, the youth savagery, Mature age ghosts, old age medicines.

My brutality was distinguished by the strong dependence: I too needed this woman was subjected to a penalty, and, in turn, regardless of the status of the hangman, became a slave of my slaves.

With baby call I told her: I'm gonna leave you not for one woman but for all women at once.

Such is my nature - embracing I anticipate the moment to release the claws.

The power washing over her was boundless. I broke the spring her will, chained to an iron Hoop. I threw her body to prudently be located in the brain, where he established a reign of terror. I owned her soul, and he conducted her thoughts out on her lips the phrase, uttered an hour ago, and her nervous system was in my hands toy with a remote control whose buttons were to me as familiar as a calculator. She was my live caricature, my shadow, my reflection of the grotesque - the victim cooperated with the executioner for their own destruction. She was creating a frenetic, ever-clinging to my hand. It hung on me like a parasite, having acquired in his nightmare, a vile sense of life, which kept her afloat. Torture allowed her to escape from loneliness and fear to break up with me so got into it that existence without me, she was compared to the full void.