Character: Bertrand

And you, O woman, who have tousled the silk fabric of my life! If there was a deceiver in the story of my love, it’s not me, if someone is deceived, it’s not you!

The past lives on under the snow for years. It is like a spring that eternally beats under an ice shell, a spring where countless silent swimmers, your memories, are splashing, wriggling.

Forgive the fools! All those who fuss down below indulge themselves with the dream of pleasure. Unfortunate ones! We catch this captivating ghost everywhere. Leaving the bearable for the worst, eternally chasing novelty in the hope of experiencing one sensation more; to grow old under the burden of unsatisfied desires, to finally die without living — this is our lot.

As for me, I hate the crowd with its senseless hustle and bustle, I hate the spectacles both in the temple and on the square, all these festivities, these deceitful games, for the sake of which the unfortunate people are ready to so easily forget all their troubles. I hate these signs of slavish piety, which deceived people squander everyone who fools and oppresses him.

The poet is like a levkoy, fragile and fragrant, that clings to a granite rock and asks not so much for land as for the sun.

Tell me, friend, if you know if a person is not a fragile toy suspended by a thread of passions, is he not just a clown who is being eaten away by life and broken by death.

I only have wings, wings, wings!

If something seems difficult, it does not mean that you should not try. It is just the opposite: we are not trying, and so much seems difficult.

... to live in a marriage means work together to solve problems that would not exist if people lived alone.

The inner world is reflected in appearance.

... what comes easy, and easy to lose.

Sometimes the color black need to white seemed brighter.

When I was little, my father said, "Son, the world is full of idiots. But they can't say it in person: they are very touchy" ... the First sign of a jerk he can't stand the truth. Especially about himself. And if you tell him it will still tell he was angry. And never forgive. There is only one way to communicate with them... Compliments. Assholes love flattery. This is the second sign which can be identified. Praise the jerk, and he's going to love you.

Fear is the best motivation.