Author of quotes: Richard Matheson

"Once it seemed to me that they sing, because the world is all right, thought Robert Neville. Now I know that I was wrong. They sing because they know nothing about".

Give help only if asked about it.

I already felt like I was losing control. How soon the void? How soon it will be hopeless despair?

I felt like I was losing hope that maketh me despair. Existence has lost meaning. Why all this to continue? Useless and meaningless.

But in nature there condition zero: everything in it exists, passing the endless cycles of development. Now it seemed so simple: he will never disappear because everything in the universe exists forever.

Know that the end is near, and to remain calm. Isn't that the power of the spirit - the spirit indestructible? After all, Scott was left alone with his trouble, and there was no one who could spare him or to assess his courage. It was courage without regard for possible praise.

What people call hell, is a vacuum, which is inhabited after the death of the unevolved soul. This one level of existence over which they can climb, as he is not able to think abstractly, and concerned only about worldly Affairs.

Soul dwelling in sick or infirm body, and with optimism prevoznemogaya these diseases, in the spiritual sense is improving faster than the one in which according to earthly standards there are for life all.

Not death we inflict injury, and life. A person can die without even knowing it.

All we have to go through the path, and this path begins on Earth.

You have such strong feelings for each other because they are soul mates. This means literally that you have the same wavelength and your auras are vibrating in unison. That's why you immediately fell in love with her when saw that day on the beach. Your soul rejoiced in the reunion with her.

People believe that suicide is the fast track to oblivion, out of a difficult situation. This is not so. A person converted from one form to another. The soul can never be destroyed. Suicide only accelerates darker continuation of the same situation, the output of which was impossible to find. Continued in even more painful circumstances.

The relationship of thoughts, not of blood - that is important.

His hair rustled on the pillow as he moved to look at the clock. Two hours in the morning. Two days since he buried her. Two eyes looking at the clock, two ears picking up the sound of their lips too two. Two of his hands lay limp on the bed.
He tried to get rid of this obsession - but everything stubbornly split into pairs, claiming the cosmic principle of duality, everything has been leading to the altar of duality.