Author of quotes: Mary Stuart

If I am given to understand that you don't want to see me, I am the last person in the world if would come up and ask why.

If the voice of tradition so persistent - if the motivations so tenacious and be reborn again and again, it means that they contain the real grain, even in the most fantastic stories that are layered around the core of the meager facts Artenova existence. Exciting experience - to make sense of these often wild and illogical scenes, to give them the character of a more or less coherent and plausible stories about human actions and the world of the imagination.

All my previous Hobbies were like single notes. Put them together, and get the song. It is this song.

All the colors in my memories a lot brighter than they really are. Memories that come to me now, in the dark, I see the eyes of a child, the fresh eyes of a child. These scenes are so far from me, the pain of that time left them. And they unfold before me like a picture of someone else's life. If it all happened not with me, not with that fragile shell of flesh and bone, where once lived this memory.

Probably, the child instinctively recognizes that some things are too large, too large for its years, not discussing them, but keeping them in memory, it nourishes them with his imagination till they grow to the size of the excessive and grotesque, so the result may become breeding ground of magic and nightmares.

Human nature - without guilt to hate the innocent, whom we are endeavoring to destroy.

The anticipation and fear of what is going to happen, never able to prepare a person to attack the most crucial minutes.

Our way of life placed milestones, marking the most important events that we remember till the hour of death. God knows, I have many vivid memories, more than other people: how they lived and died kings, the coming of the new gods, and died of old Genesis and dying Kingdom. But the memory sometimes are not great things now in my darkness, I especially vividly recall the little things, peaceful and ordinary, minutes, who willingly would have survived again, not the fiery moments of power.

It is not true that women cannot keep a secret. If they like, then will remain silent until the grave and beyond the grave, even contrary to common sense. This is their weakness and their great strength.

It is one and the same gift: to see the spirits and hear the voice of the gods, ketumala to us when we come into the world and when we leave, but the gift of this same amount from the light as the darkness. Vision of death can come again as vivid as the vision of life. It is impossible to know the future and be free from the ghosts of the past, to taste fame and contentment without feeling the pangs and remorse for his previous actions.

The gods do not speak to those who can't hear.

The gods are not to person to tell what he already knows.

Poetry saves us from having to articulate their experiences. How nice in other people's words to know his own thoughts.

Maybe the feeling of loneliness is not dependent on any circumstances or place; perhaps it lies in the person. Wherever you were, you are surround yourself with loneliness...