Author of quotes: Ivan Aleksandrovich Goncharov. Page 1

But you, the season of hope and strength,
You may grief forget,
And many, many to the grave
Great experiences to live
Hugs again opened,
And then they fall friends,
Dreams are more powerful than inflame
Alive break out your life...

Yes, debt is a demon, the devil, from which they were expelled, in addition to money!

And he's still on the same point of the inability to move forward.

But marriage, the wedding - after all it is the poetry of life is ready, in full bloom.

Olga just smart: that even today the question of how easily and clearly allowed it, and whosoever. She immediately sees the direct meaning of the events and approaches him on a straight road.
And cunning - as a mouse: run around, hiding...

"It's not one love, because all life is... - suddenly came into his mind, and if we alienate any case, as a bug when the same is not error? What am I? As if blind..."

Yes, the words you beat yourself up, thrown into the abyss, give half of my life, and there comes the doubt, sleepless night: how do you be tender to himself, careful, careful, see how far forward!

I poisoned and poisoned you, instead of just be right and happy...

What is the truth and how it is easy!

Chip sometimes sadness and grief
A sudden cloud will fly
And - heart with the life he had quarreled,
In it Roy desires put to death?
Why suddenly gloomy foul weather
Will fall on the soul of a heavy dream?
Some unknown misfortune
It will confuse all of a sudden he?

Now or never!

Yes, passion is necessary to restrict, suffocate and drown in the marriage.

- To do! Be engaged when there is a goal. What is my goal? There is none.
The goal is to live.

These two hours and the next three or four days, a lot week, made her act deeply, moved it far forward. Only women capable of such a rapid blossoming of forces, development of all parties of the soul.
It was like listening to a course of life not by days but by hours. And every hour the slightest, barely noticeable experience of the event, which will flicker like a bird, past the nose of men, harden inexplicably fast girl: she follows its flight into the distance, and the curve described by the flight line remains in the memory of an indelible mark, an indication of a lesson.
Where for men it is necessary to put the verst pole with the inscription, her pretty presumable breeze, quivering, subtle ear hot air.