Author of quotes: Thomas Mann. Page 2

In the work of art many illusory; you can even go further and say that it in itself as a "product" is illusory. It is from the ambition of pretending that it did, that it arose and jumped like Athena, armed with his shiny attire, from the head of Jupiter. But that's cheating. No work so did not appear. Need a job skilled work in the name of illusions.

There are, in fact, only one problem... How to break through? How to enter at will? How to break a chrysalis and become a butterfly?

Our time is only to hear: "I de have a specific attitude to life," and it will bow and scrape before you.

Time is the best present that we give, and the gift of our - hourglass - the bottle that pours red sand, this narrow trickle of sand is so thin, the eyes can't see that it decreases in the upper vessel, only at the very end it seems that everything comes quickly and flowed quickly...

Culturally of same-sex love is apparently the same neutral as the other; in both all decide an individual case, both will give birth to a meanness and vulgarity, and both are capable of something high.

Not so much in faith, I believe, as in kindness, which without faith is easily bypassed.

There are people with whom it is not easy to live, but which it is impossible to leave.

The past is the well depth incredibly. Not always possible to just call it bottomless?
That is true even if and maybe just in case if we are talking about the past, only human, about that mysterious being, which includes our own, full of natural joys and sorrows of supernatural life, of being, the mystery which, as, understandably, the alpha and omega of all our speeches and questions, makes our speech so passionate and inconsistent, and our issues as persistent. After all, there is the deeper you dig, the farther you get through, the lower will go down to the underworld of the past, the more I am convinced that the fundamental principle of the human race, its history, its civilization, is absolutely inaccessible, they again and again go from our lot in a fathomless distance, no matter what dizzying depths of time we had loaded it. Yes, "again and again"; for that which is not amenable to study, as if jeering at our research true, alluring us to the imaginary line and milestones, which as soon as gets to them, immediately open a new given last. So sometimes I can't stop, walking on the beach, because behind every sand bar, to which you held the way you attract new distant headlands.
Therefore, almost the beginning of the history of a particular human together, nation or family adenovirus is determined by the conditional starting point, and although we know the depth of the well can not be measured, our memories dwell on such primary source, content, certain, national and personal, historical limits.

The theater makes the crowd in the people...

It hurts to feel like you are wandering in the miraculous power of passion and of sorrow, and know that those to whom you want with all our heart, closed up from you with lots of strength.

I stand between two worlds, never feeling at home, and because I have cool.

To start at the beginning. But is it worth it? It came to nothing lead. All will be as it was. Because other stray just because the right of way exists.

If you're obsessed with some idea, it lies in wait for you at every step, even in the air you can smell her scent.

Passion overwhelms the senses and graceful take seriously those tantalizing, stimulating the impressions going, which in the sober state, we would umoristicheskie or simply disdainfully rejected them.