Author of quotes: Marcel Juanda

The day will come when we will miss a single thing, and it will not be the object of our desires, but desire itself.

To make history of his own life, each adds a little to it legends.

Temptation like lightning, momentarily destroying all the images and sounds to leave you in darkness and silence before the only object, whose brilliance and stillness make numb.

Weak people avoid pleasure, as if they feared to disturb some sort of inborn a painful wound. Better for them to lull the pain and to sleep with her.

For me often there is no difference between people and trees. Sweeter than the fruit hanging from the branches, I include only those that swing over my Desire.

Perhaps the most rare - the ability to hide the obvious stigmata of their own disasters.

What is unique, eludes all understanding.

Sometimes I struggle to believe in my own existence, to take themselves too seriously.

I stroke the book that could not read, but just the name makes me mute with delight: "Theology of insects".

Are much easier to deceive others than to deceive himself.

A woman married a poet, but as his wife, she first of all says that he forgets to flush the toilet.

Every soul has a little secret society.

It is not true that we lack the friendship and kindness; that friendship and kindness are not enough of us.