Author of quotes: Jean-Christophe Grange. Page 3

... He understood why so concerned about women. Partly it was his looks of a fallen angel, but not just that. Women, endowed with special instinct, immediately understood that he was unavailable. He is somewhere in another world.... But forbidden fruit is always the most desirable. Besides... the person seeking to self-destruction, there is something romantic.

The main rule of diplomacy - always rush to the aid of the winner.

Man is made to dream, to fight and not accept their fate.

... Deprived hours, losing sense of time and space.

Should we delve into ourselves, as we immediately get lost among all these fragments...

The suffering comes not from outside, it comes from within.

This is psychiatry. An attempt to scoop water from the sinking boat using a thimble.

He said, "you'll see, is a little Paris". Or: "Live in this city is very prestigious." Or: "This is Olympus wine." He said a lot of things. But he never saw. He had a vague feeling that Bordeaux is a city of bourgeois, arrogant and deadly. Cold and flat. The city, on every corner which exuded a suffocating atmosphere of a provincial mansion.

The human soul is not the animal's skin, from which tanning gets better. The human soul is sensitive, the quivering, fragile membrane. From bumps it will die and covered with scars. And begins to fear the world.

There is a very easy way not to get into shit. Not to touch him.

Focus on the pain of others, to renounce his.

The killer then? Who are we even looking for?
Heartless, cruel manipulator.
- I hope my ex-solid alibi.

The structure of iris is unique. It consists of thousands febrilnykh fibers forming the one of a kind pattern in each of us. It is if you want the biological passport of the person, reflecting the unique combination of genes. The iris image can be identify as precisely as fingerprints. Experts call it a biometric signature. Deprive a person of eyes and hands, and you destroy the signs peculiar to him alone. And who you will become dead, devoid of these characteristics? Nothing. Obscure corpse, that's all. What's left of him? Soul? What we know about her? In a sense, this is the worst end of what could befall a person. A bunch of corpses in a common grave...

While there are any doubts, a person can not condemn.