Author of quotes: Nikolai Maksimovich Minski

To love others as yourself...
But myself I punish contempt.
Some dream of divine love
In yourself and the lies and despise the truth.
And if the person I loved
It is only in the hope of a vague and marvelous
Find another ray of truth in heaven,
Innocence of the heart, thoughts of pure passion.
But every time I Wake up from dreams,
Another man's soul deeper and clearer
I was seeing the mark of their passions,
Its the same lies, the shame of his suffering.
And of all people, the same for all grieving,
I do not like as yourself.

No matter, you're truthful or not,
Vicious Il net. Cares
Before whom when you stripped the body,
Whose rough caresses it left a trail.
Not the truth - to look for her in vain -
Only the beauty in you I fell in love with.
Love the clouds, stones, Shine of the stars;
The sea is changing, all are well,
And how sometimes, at the sight of the dead rocks
Our spirit, sensing life, and freeze in anxiety -
So lying your eyes says about God,
About all that the world in vain I was looking for.
And will not erase no one's touching
The heavenly sign, the blessing of heaven.

No matter, you're truthful or not,
Vicious Il net. Cares
Before whom when you stripped the body,
Whose rough caresses it left a trail.
Not the truth - to look for her in vain -
Only the beauty in you I fell in love with.
Love the clouds, stones, Shine of the stars;
The sea is changing, all are well,
And how sometimes, at the sight of the dead rocks
Our spirit, sensing life, and freeze in anxiety -
So lying your eyes says about God,
About all that the world in vain I was looking for.
And will not erase no one's touching
The heavenly sign, the blessing of heaven.

You need to be very dispassionate,
Outgoing, indifferent,
As a running wave,
Homeless as she, -
To see the noon, midnight, and dawn
In a different place each time,
Always remember one thing:
To the sea! To the sea! To the sea! To the sea!

Before the indifferent moon,
Dressed in a rainbow fog,
In low tide hours the obedient wave,
Saying goodbye, cried the ocean.
But in the depths of the night numb
Sank without a trace crying shafts,
Drowning the hum of everyday words
In the soul of a free and enlightened.

Cherished came true. I'm lonely,
Ill and friendship and love.
Forgot - glad to oblivion as health,
And a new day painted my East.

There are not two ways of good and evil
There are two ways of good.
My freedom led
A junction in the am.
And so he said: "Two paths,
Two truths, two good
Discord and flour to crowds,
For the sage game.

Too lazy to die. The idea of inert laziness
Last farewell to overlook.
Too lazy to think about the suicide note.
Too lazy to put down your fear. Too lazy to die.
Too lazy to find and print out a flask,
Where Eternity sleeps and waits for that call.
Too lazy to go to the ground in the underside.
Too lazy to die and therefore live.

I'm afraid to tell you how much I love you.
I fear that, overhearing my story,
My heart of madness, the horrified love
And happiness and flour to break...

Happy, who are asleep, who in the autumn cold
Grese caress of spring.
Happy, who are asleep, who about share free
In close prison dreams.
Grief awakened! On the night of hopeless
They do not close their eyes.
Dreams of carefree,
Dreams are fleeting
Having only once.

Midnight beats... Sleep time...
Somehow scared to sleep.
With the other, that is, until the morning
Aloud now, to dream.
To recall the happiness of childhood years,
Childhood clear sadness...
Ah, the light of each no,
And that is not, not sorry!
If the souls of all men
These are, like mine,
Don't want to have friends,
Can't be friends with me.

Forgive me, God, a sigh of fatigue.
I've slacked
From sadness, from love, from pity,
From a hundred roads.
The sea among the coastal sand,
So I fell
And wait for the inevitable tide,
And tired of waiting.

She, like noon, good,
She's mysterious midnight.
She is not crying eyes
And having no soul.
And I, whose life is full of struggle and sorrow,
It is destined to languish.
So eternally weeping sea
In love with the silent shore.

I love your desire to love
I'm sad about that, not about anything sad.
I seen the hearts know by heart.
The world, as the coffin decayed, squalid and empty.
In preaching the truth my heart lies,
In the pristine calm of lust a shiver.
I laugh at the innocence, I'm not afraid of sin,
People I despised, I'm contemptible all.
But with everyday evil to put up can't
Discontent in the heart of the Holy shore,
Dissatisfaction with God, the world and fate,
Dissatisfaction with others and with yourself.