Author of quotes: Joseph Rudyard Kipling. Page 3

Grief - who's going to measure exactly?
But it sometimes many times
Stronger than yours.

Himalayan bear villager frightening Creek,
And the Owner of the cave rushes in great confusion.
But try to touch the owner - he'll go mad through fear,
For all the Wife any angrier Wife!

Not an easy bread, not a light drink,
Not the words that hung in the air, -
Pinkie's fate and the horrors of her
Encourage us to action and thought!

Since I managed to help you
And to amuse you -
Let now touch the night
My tired eyes.
But if again in silence
Before you I originated -
Then poprosite about me
Only my books.

Admittedly in the business, honestly and in advance:
We learned a lesson, and for the future if we he go?

Pride is the lot of all cities
Every city is immensely proud of:
Here, mountain and green gardens,
There, courts clogged port.

For admiration, for labor,
To the eye - the world is not obetrim,
To me it's destiny was in trouble,
But there is no strength to part with him.

There is a friend, said Solomon,
Which is more than a brother.
But before we meet in life,
You fail a hundred times.
Ninety-nine in your soul
Will see only their own sin.
And only one hundredth next to you
Stand - alone against all.
Neither enticement, nor a plea
Friend not to buy;
Ninety-nine will follow you
As long as they are on the way,
While they Shine your glory,
Your luck is attracted to.
And only one hundredth to save you
Rush into the vortex.
And will be for another wide open always
Your wallet and home
And can he say without shame,
What you say with difficulty.
Ninety-nine will become dark,
Wondering about profits.
And only the hundredth will tell you like it is,
What's on his mind.

Fool in a flannel suit.
A flannelled fool.

Silver is for girls, gold for ladies,
Copper properly served skilled craftsmen.
"No, Lord,' said the Baron, looking around the empty hall,
Cold iron is subservient to the human race!"
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Tears for the cowardly, the request for the gander,
Loop to neck, bending beneath the weight of the crown...
I have no hope:
Cold iron is subservient to the human race!
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Wounds are for the desperate, battle - fighter,
Balm - for those who lie and sin in the blood of the tortured heart,
"Forgive you for cheating with honor sent home
In the name of Iron, Which is subject to the human race!"
Crown - the one who grabbed her, the power who dare
The throne - to the one who sat on it and stay managed?
"Oh, no, the Baron said, - tending in the chapel empty -
Truly gland subservient to the human race:
Gland from Calvary subservient to the human race!"

"...for before eve was Lilith"
Never loved you those blue eyes,
So why did you lie about loving him?
After all, you yourself fled from their allegiance,
So good to wean!
Never her voice you don't like
Well you flinch from him?
You're her whole world was cast out, separated,
Not to know anything about her.
Never loved you hair its silk,
Gasped and rushed away,
Their veil is so you from anxiety gone -
Created carefree night!
- Yes, I know, you know... Heart break -
Then I don't need advice.
- So what do you want? -
And to reopen that Old wound!

I had fun all over the place,
Really have seen everything.
Women tried a bunch,
But four were - in!
First, a widow-blood.
A native of the prom - then,
And then the wife jemadar
And the girl in Minute native.
Now I'm done with women;
I know they chew:
Not trying, not see through,
And try it will hold.
Often think: damn, know them!
Often feel: understood, I suppose!
But if you've black and yellow,
The white see through.
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Yes, I indulged nicely
And that's what happened to me.
The more women will try,
The less you cling to one.
So I ruined my soul:
Now to regret but to sigh?
My life is a lesson (though he, tea, and not for the future):
Learn to understand women!
The wife of Colonel what's on your mind?
God knows neither one nor the other!
And ask the woman the Sergeant -
She'll tell him everything.
But, anyway, since it comes to us
Some guys every need:
Though the Colonel's lady, even though Judy O Tredi -
Under skirts are all equal.

If two sin - who is to blame for it and answer it!

There once was a fool. So he prayed
(Just like you or I!)
A bunch of rags, and fell in love with,
Though the pacifier was his dream,
But a Lovely Lady called her a he
(Just like I or you).
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Bad lovers in the world not count
(Just like you or I),
Has it ruined youth, pride and honor
(What fools these still there?)
For a fool - then he is a fool...
(Just like me and you).
The bad difficult if all you had to lose
Squander year after year,
For the one who love and not want to know
And now we know - can't know
And will never understand.