Author of quotes: Alexander Prozorov. Page 4

The more, the merrier, the devil.

There are strong women in the weakness and devotion, Oh strong! Only neither the swords nor the lances of force that can not be measured.

To fight only with worthy warriors. To finish off the unarmed and helpless, shameful.

He knew how to destroy the undead and fight diseases. Knew how to fight in battle and duel. Knew how to confront the trouble and spell. But how to overcome stubborn suffocating goodness - had no idea, even approximately.

What comes unbidden is not a fee. It was a gift.

Petty grievances are not worth a great betrayal.

... sometimes difficult to understand what is good and what is the terrible crime. Sometimes doing evil and it is the joy of the people, the good thing is. And sometimes it's good - but also curses for no one could deserve.

Good, evil - who can tell? It is not clear. Mortals make it sound like a mess. Run, rain please. Run, asking for rain to relieve. Then again, please. Then again, to save pray. And each time with anguish, exactly their life from this depends. So, tell me, heart of oak, the rain is like: good or evil?

All want happiness. But not all of it worthy.

Fakir was drunk and focus failed.

A woman should give life, not take it away, the woman needs admiration and adoration, not fear, the woman must serve love, not hate.

She took his arm, walked close by.
Only you don't get your hopes up. I married you will come. I'm not so fond of. Well... not like hanky-panky. In General, not vesicorenal. Just when it ends... When you fight, fight, and all of a sudden, and we live again. I'm in such moments, love you so much and baby you agree, and married. Just think, a moment to snatch. And then it takes a little - and nothing. So I love you, I guess. And your child face. Well, when you will get married. But you don't think nothing, understand? Just like, but we're not going anywhere, okay? Agree?
"I agree," did not understand from a long monologue, nodded sage.

- Yes, by the way. The two-handed sword that your Xena waving like a chicken bone, even I could not take it. Heavy-with...
- Are you saying women can't do anything? - Roksalana picked up the gun, leaned on the hilt with two hands.
- The most terrible woman's weapon, lady...
I know, I know! The beauty of it. Again, this vulgarity!
...This hair pin - calmly continued the sage. You never know at what point she will pull your miniclinic and someone in the throat will stab. How many rulers of these studs percolate! And do not count. And then there is the knife, the bludgeon, Seapoint. Well, wide open naive eyes with flapping eyelashes.

Revenge killing, revenge gives your life your enemy. When you seek revenge, you constantly think about your enemy, seek it, dream about it. You cease to live your own life and start living the life of his enemy. Every revenge that you carry in yourself, the essence of your little death.