Author of quotes: Narine Abgaryan. Page 6

Outside - large yard. With the yard - the white road. Draw on it what you want, all come true.
One end of the road comes to a gate and the other at the end of the world.

Dad says you're standing at the beginning. Your shoulders multiply and multiply your gone into oblivion ancestors. Left shoulder - through the mother. For the right - on the father. They're your wings, Papa says. They are your strength. Keep them always behind you, and nobody will ever be able to hurt you. Because while I remember about the wings - you're indestructible.
And you're standing at the window, invulnerable, is predicated on the presence of those who are gone but always with you, and see snow.

It is a great joy to meet new people, smile, hold their hand, look into his eyes. But then it hurts to part with them!

There is no heaven, no hell. Happiness - this is heaven, grief is hell. And our God is everywhere, not only because of the Almighty, but because He is unknown to those threads that bind us to each other.

Life is like an afternoon NAP is short, multicolor, hot. It sounds like the laughter of our children, she poured out tears after our kindred dead. It smells like the ocean, desert wind, corn bread, mint tea - all that we carry.

The simpler the word, the greater their meaning.

The characters are always very simple person, it is only in the movies they're flexing muscles and tumours, saving the world. Real heroes are always very simple person.

War makes people atheists or devout believers. The third is not given. War makes people good or bad. The third is not given. War does not tolerate tones and hints. She hates you with all his heart and does not require the condescending attitude. She is inhumanly strong opponent.

God is not where He will appoint to be people. God is everywhere.

Tata said, are closer to heaven, old men and children. The elderly because they will soon leave, and the children because I recently came. The first guess and the second one have not forgotten how they smell, heaven.

Censure - not a human thing. The fact is the Supreme court, he is to solve everything on the shelves and to place: on top - the righteous and the foolish, on the middle - confused and stumbled, and at the very bottom, in the dust and oblivion, the real sinners.

I don't know how thinking of nature when he created these men.

Every woman dreams about romance. Well, there, of a Prince on a white horse, of scarlet rose petals blanketed the surrounding entourage, the endless compliments that are pouring like from horn of plenty. So it's nature is instituted that women eager to romance creatures. They do not feed bread, let alone a romance to enjoy.
Every man dreams of, to be left alone. Not required to ride on a white horse, flooding the apartment with rose petals and strew compliments.