Author of quotes: Milorad Pavić. Page 12

The soul is the Moon. And she is not available the side you never see from where you are.

The tears burn, not because they are salty, and because filled with memories.

Day - the thing is very heavy - not until you move, it won't move!

The woman is not soap, not izmenitsya.

If someone were to ask me now why so much of the game, I will answer: I'm trying to be born again, but the only way to get better...

The road, like all roads, thought for them, before they manage to step on it.

The inner side of the wind the one that remains dry when the wind blows through the rain.

The woman in the first half of his life in labor, and the second kills and buries themselves or their loved ones. The only question is, when does this second half.

Not the right one, who knows the truth, and the one who believes his lies for the truth.

Years, like days and months with no end.

Our hunger is ourselves, and our satiety - this is not us.

It was raining, stood a dreary time, when women from one dream out there to kill someone.

So sing about something more important than life, memories, death, sing, referring to someone who is able one with his eyes update someone else's life.

Love takes up exactly as much space as it leaves the hatred, quite like a glass of wine, where space for the water as much as wine drinking. And if hatred lies deep - lying finely love.