Author of quotes: Jerome Klapka Jerome. Page 3

However, from time to time, the gloom covers everyone, and no one knows why.

Love is like measles: we all have to go through it. And, like the measles, we carried it only once, about the second time you should not worry. <...> No, this disease does not strike us twice. Cupid spends no second arrow once pierced the heart.

Ah, how delightful to turn over and close your eyes "just five minutes"! I wonder whether in the light of at least one person who voluntarily gets up in the morning?

It is impossible to heartily enjoy idleness, if not burdened Affairs. What is the joy of doing nothing, if to do nothing? In this case, the loss of time becomes only a job and the most tedious of all. Idleness, like kisses, are sweet only when surrender to her stealthily.

In light of the missing idlers and loafers, but the real slacker is rare. Slacker is not one who sticks his hands in his pockets. On the contrary, his most amazing feature is that it is always crazy busy.

River - when the sun is dancing in the waves,
it gilds the hoary beeches,
wandering along the forest paths,
driving the shadows down the slopes
the leaves diamonds throws
sends kisses to the lilies,
in the foam beating on the dams,
silver bridges and piles
in the reeds playing hide and seek,
sail shines far, -
it is a miracle of beauty.
But the river in bad weather -
when the cold rain pours
on the faded water
if the woman tears
in the dark one comes,
the woods are silent and sad,
hiding in the damp mist
like shadows,
reproachfully the Affairs of men regardless of
is Ghost water world of vain regrets.

I often ask myself, is a beautiful old soup plates beer mugs and pliers to remove the carbon deposits from the spark that we so highly value, or just the aura of antiquity gives them the beauty in our eyes.

It's a curious thing nobody ever suffers from seasickness on land.

We spent half an hour describing to each other their disease. I explained to George and William Harris how I feel when I get up in the morning and William Harris told us how he feels when he goes to bed. George, standing on the hearth rug and gave us a clear, clear and convincing idea of how it feels at night. George imagines that he's sick. In fact, he's always all right.

So we learned a bunch of smooth phrases about the crime of war and thank God for living in our peaceful shopping time and all of our thought and energy to devote to mutual robbery and trickery.

German likes nature, but nature in his view is a popular Welsh harp. His garden, he pays maximum attention to: plants seven rose bushes on the North side and seven on the South, and if they, God forbid, has grown vary in size and shape, German excitement loses sleep. Every flower is tied to a peg. The natural beauty of the flower is lost, but the German is happy: as long as the flower was in its place and behaved decently.

I believe that, had to move to a deserted island the two women, they would be every day to argue about what kind of sea shells and bird eggs are more suitable for decorations, and every month would come up with a new style for a Fig leaf.

When the bright flame of love stops to flicker, the fun is burning the flame of affection; it's something easy to maintain from day to day, and even enhance, to the extent that, as approaching cold death.

My wife is the most wonderful woman in the world, but it has one flaw: she believes what she's told.