Author of quotes: Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. Page 5

These people, the meek do not know the light emanating from them. In General, the best human gift is given <...> is the same gift as light, water. Good, beauty is a gift of nature.

When a man loves, he gets to the heart of the world...

We were baptized by August Bebel in awe reading his book "Frau und Sozialismus". Before the time of light, I had two ideas of this book, the first that the time of world catastrophe, and second, that the woman after that, "the woman of the future" will be the same as I wanted in the inmost depths of his childhood. <...> And we went for peace and a woman of the future in jail. The interrogation the gendarmes, window bars, and the light in it... the woman of the future, who is she, the mother, the sister, the bride, in the heart of the ordinary, in his troubled, confused soul bears the image of a Beautiful Lady - you need to be a member!

Especially interesting Gippius: she seems cold, snowy Lady: the death of the spring beam are all her fears.

A love of nature, as the birthplace of man, is the same everywhere: in the hungry steppe will pull, if it be born...

And here I have a big, big pond like lake. The fountain... the Trees leaning over the water. Large green gang ive inclined I cuddle. I'm so big that it can embrace every kind of green tree. The water rises, slide out to the sky, and the sky is strange... big and bright. And somewhere in the lowest, the middle, growing the yellow gold flower... the Flow of many small sparks of flowers everywhere you look. This Golden dust from a flower scattered in the sky... Yes, Yes, the sky... of Course, the sky... of Course, there lies the secret... It's open. Here it is, take it boldly, take it.
Yes, of course, is clear: heaven is infinitely large, this flower in the middle - beautiful. So, we need to start there...
Beauty rules the world. From it is born good, and from good fortune, first my, and then universal...

The train started, we were alone. At the site of the omnibus we stood silently and did not dare to speak. Between us was a large bouquet of roses, but they did not smell. "Do not smell roses"... "Well, say it" she said... And so I told her, rambling nonsense about love, asked for her hand. She was undecided. We got off the tram, there was a heavy rain. I all the time told her, swore to love. She was silent. When he came to the gate, she has kissed me suddenly, quickly. "Until tomorrow, she said. - At the statue. Under any weather".
In the morning she came to my apartment and I gave you a letter; it read: I don't love you... But her face spoke more, she almost cried. We went to the Botanical gardens (...) Parted in the Luxembourg gardens, I cried, she kissed me. I the same day went to Leipzig and settled the old place. The day A. I. brings a letter from Paris, which ended: judge me... I Express to Paris. We are again at the statue, silent, or talking nonsense, go to the Luxembourg Museum by the arm in the crowd, among the beautiful marble shapes. The steamer on the Seine. A large green meadow, Park, think, the Bois de Boulogne. We landed on the meadow, going under the arm, she said, and so all life will walk together... Then it is still hard to write. I miss... We broke up somehow at the cemetery, sitting in the dense greenery on the tombstone, we were kissing. I remember, we were a bit confused by the two old pious women in black.

As the most romantic love almost always ends in bed, so the most promising power ends of the block.

At least a moment to be with yourself and to gather strength - this is necessary for the person, otherwise it Unscrew all out and in their Affairs doesn't recognize himself.

My enemy in creativity is primarily my own desire to repeat himself without any new efforts on this repetition to build their own prosperity.

True - it means the victory of conscience in man.

Beauty will save the World if she's good. But whether it is good? Not beauty will save the World, and bright thoughts. Because what is the use of the haughty and godless beauty?

Ideal - traffic: a grief and happiness alike can open and close the path.