Author of quotes: Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt. Page 5



When you're at sea, you're aware of is the sky, more varied, richer and more changeable than a wave; capricious, like a woman. All the sailors are in love with clouds.
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On the ground after a hot summer was in bloom autumn: the trees were covered with colored hat, dressed in yellow and orange. The leaves were die majestically, like a bright color in the last moments of his life he thanked the sun and paid tribute to him for his splendor.
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The mystery is interesting, not the truth that she hides and the mystery that it holds.
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The woman-the dream is not what it wants to be a woman and what he sees is a man.
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Who is easier to love a human or a dog? And who better responds to our love?
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If people have the naivete to believe in God, then dogs have the naivety to believe in the person.
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... To compensate does not mean to redeem.
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... The forest of the unknown always seems more familiar than the new houses.
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May it be the will need - free will?
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Only some of the parts of the universe is perfect; in General it is unbearably boring.
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I made the decision to break the law: to read something useless! Just. For nothing. To flout all the rules of science - to engage in intellectual vagrancy. To read something for fun. In General, to commit a crime!
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The era of easily made that said God knows what is in the nature of a literary salon, but behave God knows how it was still impermissible.
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To believe Yes, but in what?
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And then Gaspar felt that solitude, which is given in the inheritance of all people and has nothing to do with the smug and independent loneliness of the Creator, which he fancied himself before - no, this new loneliness was surrounded by people and things, it was hopeless and irrevocable, it was human.
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All around were bodies, broken over a Desk, skull, lenivkina under the lamps, and books, books, books along an endless wall closed, silent, impenetrable. The great hall of the library was like a submerged in stagnant liquid glue complete silence. The slightest motion. Only established the smell of clean dust that I wipe every morning.
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