Author of quotes: Milorad Pavić. Page 4

... from the great love of the old. Great love age faster than from a long, unhappy and hard life.

Tears betray even after dry...

It seemed to her that her face can be read all the thoughts and tears of not only thoughts, but dreams.

... in the seas there are fish that can withstand only a certain amount of salt. And if the water is more salt than they suffer, they begin clouding the mind. The same is the case with us. Because human happiness is like salt. When too much losing my mind.

Pain is an echo of someone else's pain.

Death obviously has speed as one of its most important prerogatives. And the dead, as we may be crippled, but missing something that still alive. In this case, You probably feel deprived of the best of his books, because here they are still alive.

Want to be heard - repeat two times.

- Thank you, mother. But I'm not going to marry.
What am I then supposed to do? Rooting your youth while you recover from it?

Pecking chicken? Wheat. But what to feed the clock? Ticking, my dear. Look, they are pecking and ticking the same: now! now! now!

In his loneliness was still someone is lonely. And he thought for a lonely man this is real happiness.

I know who I am and what I again interrupted her Lieutenant. - I am one of those whom people spit on the hands when working, and plate when eating. I am one of those who swallows swords and the darkness, jumps from the frying pan into the fire, and my left leg doesn't want good right. In one pocket I'm growing wheat, another grass, wearing down his nose, and all they teach me to sneeze. My father only sometimes the cloud is incident on the sun and me the rain pours in the bowl, the snow coming down in bed. I am one of those who scratched with a fork and knife in the ground plants Yes have long teeth because the spoons I have do not grow while I eat...

Tough son of a winner! The world will never belong to him.

Each person is not one past, but two, ' replied the Magician, one called "Slow", it's the past grows with man from his birth and leads to death. The second past is called "Progress" and it returns a person to his birth. They have different duration. Depending on which one is longer, the person falls ill or becomes ill from his own death. The second means that the person builds his past and on the other side of the grave, and it continues to grow after his death. The truth is somewhere in between the first and second last...

I haven't seen him since then, like a stone lost, and the wind gained weight.