Author of quotes: Dmitry Glukhovsky. Page 13

- When asking for a miracle, we must be prepared to believe in him. But it misses.
- It is also necessary to be able to distinguish miracles from magic...

It seems to be just water falling from the sky, but the feeling was absolutely amazing. It washed away not only the dirt and fatigue; the heavenly water is purified from the inside and gave them forgiveness for mistakes. Magic washing wash the bitterness from your heart, renewed and rejuvenated, giving and a desire to continue to live and force it.

Everyone deserves forgiveness. Everyone should be given a chance to remake themselves and to remake everything, to try again, one more time, even though the last...

And although at the end of his life he said that not holding anyone evil and does not want to retaliate, it seemed to her that it just justifies their powerlessness.

Soul isn't just black from birth. First, it is transparent and darkens gradually, a speck on a speck, every time you excuse your evil, find him an excuse, telling myself it's just a game. But at some point it becomes more black. Hardly anyone knows how to feel it, from inside it is not visible.

Music is the most fleeting, the most ephemeral art. It exists only as long as the instrument sounds, and then in a moment disappears without a trace. But nothing infects people as fast as music, nothing hurts so deep and heals slowly. Melody moved you, stays with you forever. This is the essence of beauty. I thought they can treat the ugliness of the soul...

- You are lied to?
- What's the difference?
- The main thing is to do it confidently. Then noticed only by professionals.

With the same ease with which each of us let go from the memory of the way his grandfather or school friend, someone one day will go into absolute nothingness and us. The memory of man could prove more durable than its skeleton, but when I go the last of those who we still remember, with him lost in time and we.

What was called the eternal peace, in large cities meant only a half-century postponement before bones will be disturbed: there may be, for further compaction, can to plow the churchyard, and to erect in its place neighborhoods. The earth became too narrow for the living and for the dead.

- Why do people give each other something?
- To pay for the good. They have already made or about which they ask.

It is dangerous to trust others and depend on them - unworthy.

They say that the main quality of God is mercy, kindness, willingness to forgive, that he is a God of love that He is omnipotent. But after the first disobedience man was banished from Paradise and became mortal. Then countless people will die - not terrible, and in the end God sends his son to save people. And son is that he will die a horrible death, before his death, cries out to God, asking why he left it. And all this for what? To his blood to atone for the sin of the first man, whom God himself provoked and punished, and that people went back to Heaven and regained their immortality. Kind of pointless fuss, because it was not easy to strictly punish them all for something they didn't even do. Or cancel the punishment for the Statute of limitations. But why sacrifice the favorite son, and even betray him? Where is the love, where is the forgiveness, where is the omnipotence?
If God has any qualities or distinctive properties - it is certainly not love, not justice and not forgiveness. Judging by what was happening on Earth since its creation, peculiar to God only one love - he loves interesting stories. First you mess things up, and then watching what happens.

It's clear that death is inevitable. But it always seems that you do not happen any accident, the bullets fly past, the disease will pass away. But death from old age is so long that you can't even think about it. It is impossible to live in constant consciousness of his own mortality. We should forget it, and if such thoughts still come, it is necessary to drive them, you have to choke them, or they can take root in the minds and razrastani, and their poisonous spores and poison all the existence of someone who they did. It is impossible to think about that and you die. Otherwise you go crazy. Only one thing saves a man from madness - the unknown. Life sentenced to death, who was executed a year and he knows it, the lives of the terminally ill, which doctors said, as he left, different from the normal life of man only one of the first exactly or approximately know when you die, normal people who don't know, so he thinks he can live forever, although it is possible that the next day he dies in the crash. Not afraid of death itself. Its scary waiting.

- True love break your whole life, she doesn't care about the circumstances. A game to enter...