Author of quotes: Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius

Russia is a very big madhouse. If you immediately enter the hall of the yellow house, for some evening of madmen, you, not knowing, will not understand this. It's like nothing. And they are all crazy.

Life drags on its tragedies. It remains to be seen when we will get to the epilogue.

One thing that makes sense to write down is the little things. The big one will be recorded without us.

Your window has closed.

How terrible it is that contemporaries almost never understand that real art cannot be fashionable or unfashionable, and demand constant renewal from artists, but in my opinion an artist must remain himself!

A lie hangs like a smoke screen to everyone, everyone, and some kind of natural brutality.

This is God's judgment.

The Devil You pray,
Lord! And he is Your creation.
I'm the Devil for love
What I see in it my misery.
Struggling and suffering, it network
His carefully weaves...
And I can not regret
Someone who, like me, is suffering.
When they rise our flesh
In Your judgment, redemption,
Oh, forgive, Lord,
His madness - for the suffering.

And we forgive, and God will forgive.
We want revenge from ignorance.
But the evil thing - retribution
In itself, concealing, conceals.
And our way is clean, and our duty is simple:
Don't be vengeful. Not us revenge.
The snake, turning the links
In your own bite tail.
Sorry we are, and God will forgive you,
But forgiveness of sin does not know
He himself keeps
His blood washes away,
Himself never to forgive
Though we will forgive, and God will forgive.

From evil - nothing good can not be obtained.

Love nerusskaya.

He tries the distance,
I accept the challenge.
I accept with humility
His love - His silence.
And what my cry Besplatnie -
The relentlessly nepreryvnoe,
And waiting more beautiful
The Union is coming - nerazryvno.
Time periods as I do not know
In His hand are His creation...
But the victory - His victory -
Want the latest suffering.
And I give this brave soul
My suffering made.
The Lord said, "Clothes white
Send I - winning".

The clock has stopped. Motion is no more.
Is not flaring up for the sunrise.
Eternity and the silent system and the eyeless lad.
Time has stopped. Clock, clock face.

Game mysterious of all
And disinterested in the world.
She's always - for anything
No matter how laughing at children.