Author of quotes: Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius. Page 3

Kill the pain of insults, eat, burn my soul. Then you can come back from the ashes, invincible and strong.

Freedom, you are the most beautiful of my thoughts.

My soul without covers, dust sits on it, dirty, scratch it all small, invisible, and I'm wanting to remove the speck, extend the wound and die, because they do not know how (yet) to suffer.

The pain of insults, the deeper, the more disgusting it is similar to the nausea that should be in hell.

My soul ate feeling without a name.

Love your letters, I appreciate them - and send, just small, helpless children under the cold, uncomprehending eyes. I never lie in writing. No one knows what a piece of meat - my letters!

Faith is inseparable from love. Let. Believe, and will to act on knowledge, not on faith.

Wonderful, the last there is no love; it is the most close to it is undivided, i.e. not identical, but different on both sides.

And I want to delay a moment
They forge a chain of words.

Will soon change the life of flowers
I will depart from all who are dear,
I will be certain to look for the answers
If the local was loving.

No clarity or knowledge
No power to be with people...

We, - timid, - in the power of all moments.
We, - proud, - the slaves themselves.
We believe, - ashamed of his insights,
And we love, as if loving.
We, - modest, - shamelessly silent.
We in joy afraid to be funny, -
Plaintively and always proud,
And lowlands are always separated!

We think that the new Church build
For a new, promised land...
But everyone cherishes her peace
And loneliness in her opening.

We, quietly, in themselves are ashamed of God,
Arrogant, we smoldering, not burning...
Oh, the terrible and slavish way!
Oh, the murky past dawn!