Author of quotes: Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius. Page 1

In all phenomena there lies the seal.
The one with the other as if fused.
Taking one - just trying to guess
And then another, is what is hidden.

The forced war, which leads our bunch of invaders, even the more disgusting of the ordinary that is a "bad infinity" and corrupts this generation at the root - creates of man "the eternal" army, idle adventurer.

Why, however, people never appreciate the fact that his share of the good is given? And then regret.

I'm afraid that the fear in my heart no.

I am a fatalist. I think people (will) something weigh in history. Because so need to have seen the life of those who can act.

Then going home from the office, I thought: that's the man I doomed to eternal oversight, because if he had something for me something... he just lay at my "feet." Above my legs, his tenderness was not raised. My head to him, and the heart is unclear, and legs seemed admirable. That's all.

...I think that this "love" is still the advantage that it is possible non-reciprocal, just the only one who loves nothing gets poorer; who gets a lot. Of course, it is better that both get a lot, that's clear; and even better, to two "lots" merged, forming one "enormousness" (with reciprocity); I say only that it is possible and great and was.

I love you. I am afraid when happiness is great.

Strange that I'm so shy... in all the movements. Exactly external fettered me always. I should the greatest effort of will that I think is right, righteous, and what I want. It's not even shyness. It - some severity, the bonds of the body, on the body; some of the world, the age-old, inherited the suspension itself from the body, rigidity of the body itself from the body, lack of freedom of movement.

There's only one sin - camomalone. You see how dying from it, those who could not only save himself but also others. And wither, wilt the poor flowers... How to say? How to help them? In fact I am not strong, yet alone.

Sometimes I think there must be people like me who are not satisfied with forms of passion, no life forms wanting to go, wanting God not only what to eat but that will. So I think. And then I laugh. Well, there is. Yes, I do something easier. I'm his, such a person does not meet. But if meeting? Is that "stepping off in a coffin to bless". After a few years I'll be an old woman (an angry past, a weak old woman). And I know that's wrong, lived.

Deep knowledge that go by unjust no doubt, quietly but surely - exhausted me. Reach the end, do not give their measure. It is already now when I think about the future crushes me. And now there's so much manpower in me. I will go to the spirit - bound - and the spirit will fly like light steam. Oh, I am not for myself suffer! I do not pity myself. I'm sorry for what I bad serve.

The main thing - not to whine. Not smear their "suffering." Think! Everyone has pain. Now I have a cough, for example. And others, perhaps, cough. Don't want to complain about... cough.

And excuse me for anything not necessary. And it's absurd justification. Justification really want, only when you intend to share it, consistently; hence the justification for the state? It can't be. And the excuses of the past - already have, if you have the will to sonnosti. But the sort of "forgiveness". So excuses do not have any, and words do not.