Author of quotes: George Sand. Page 5

Artists - the distressed, the most indignant and the most afflicted of all people, for they see every day lower is the fall of the object of their adoration, and they are powerless to raise it to the same height.

Since we have lost faith, no other, created by our achievement, not capable to become our spiritual food.

But still, the human heart, even the blind and ignorant, he begins to fight recklessly when he, by chance or Providence, unexpectedly feeling the Supreme arbiter of others.

At the sight of the emptiness and stillness I die from fear; symmetry and absolute order cause me anguish. As far as I allows the imagination to imagine the eternal damnation of the soul of the sinner in hell, for me to be in hell is tantamount to a lifetime to live in one of these provincial houses, where everything is perfectly clean, where things are not inter exchangeable, are not in use and not scattered where nothing is broken, which never was and will not contain any one pet only because, in the opinion of the owners, the living entities render useless inanimate objects. Worthless all carpets in the world if the desire to admire the carpet above the satisfaction of watching it frolic baby, a cat or a dog.

Yes, indeed, if that were possible, if we could have some time to give up life in the band and completely insulate themselves from all contact with politics, after returning we would be surprised by the progress that stepped away from us. But it is not for us; and when we run out of the thick of events, to find forgetfulness and peace among the people whose pace of life is not as rapid and not so irascible temper, suffer torment, which is not able to anticipate, and sorry that I changed the present to the past, the living to the dead.

One of us did not attend the same selfish idea to throw in one day all his Affairs, habits, acquaintances, and even friends, and go to some magical island to live without worries, intrigues, responsibilities and, above all, without Newspapers?

In short, it seems to me that the usual purpose of travel is needed contact, communicate and have fun with other people, and can not be fun where there would be no charge. And I think that on the contrary, most of us travels in search of secret, privacy, and a mistrust that causes our loved ones in our own experiences, both pleasant and painful.

Social order, which hardly evokes sympathy even among his advocates does not satisfy any of us, and each goes where he likes. Someone goes to art, some to science, most of us just find all kinds of entertainment. All who have free time and money, go travelling, or, more precisely, run away, because the essence lies not in the journey, and to leave, you know? After all, who among us would not want to get rid of the bitterness of their suffering, or be freed from the burden of addiction? Each.

Moral evil in people is the result of material evil. Suffering creates fear, distrust, dishonesty, fighting all.

Defenseless people silent out of fear, when evil wins, keep quiet out of habit.

There is nothing more sad and pathetic in the world than the farmer who only knows how to pray, to sing, to work, and who is unable to think. His prayer is stupid to repeat a set of words that makes no sense for his state of mind. His work is the work for the muscles that no glimpse of the intelligentsia is unable to facilitate. His song is the colorless expression of melancholy, which suppresses it. If not for vanity, which from time to time awakens in him a desire to dance, holidays, he would devote to sleep.

Plants developed to grow in one place, people-to move and communicate with each other. If I were a flower, I would like to grow in the flower garden - it's nice here, but as a woman I would not want to live in a cell, locked in the stone community.

Don't say anything bad about anyone, unless you really know that, and if they do, then ask yourself: why am I saying this?

Death separates us and, apparently, separates us only in order to connect in eternity.