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The most fragile kind of happiness - love.

Oddly enough, but until you remember to continually fall, you haven't lost anything. Apparently, life loves paradoxes; when you feel like everything is absolutely fine, you often look funny and stand on the edge of the abyss, but when you know that all is lost, - life is literally loaded with presents of you. You can't even lift a finger, good luck she runs after you like a poodle.

everything happening now is not new. All this has already happened many times. Lying, treachery, murder, massacre of St. Bartholomew, corruption, engendered by thirst for power, a never-ending war... the History of mankind was written in blood and tears, and among the thousands of the blood-soaked monuments of the mighty of this world only occasionally found one, Hosea silvery light. Demagogues, liars, fratricide and parricide, intoxicated with power, the selfish, the fanatics and the prophets with the sword and plant the love of neighbor; at all times the same, at all times patient Nations were set against one each other senseless did the killing... in the name of the Emperor, in the name of faith, in the name of the crowned madmen...
This was not the end.

He recalled Romberg who was killed in 1917 during a thunderstorm on a poppy field in Flanders. The roar of thunder mingled with ghostly heavy fire, as if God is tired of people and began to fire at the ground.

Love Brooks no explanation. She needs things.

Loneliness - the eternal refrain of life. It is no worse and no better than many others. About it only too much talking. Man is alone always and never.

It is impossible to keep the avalanche rolling down from the mountains. And anyone who tries to do it, will be crushed by it. It is better to wait, and then dig up buried alive.

There is always a screen behind which to hide; each head has its own head, regulations, instructions, directives, orders, and finally, the many-headed Hydra Morality - the Need - the Harsh reality is Responsibility, or as it's also called... there is Always a screen behind which to hide to avoid the most simple laws of humanity.

Implausible that constantly shines in the darkness of my veins, temperature is 36.7, salty flavor, four liters of secrecy and non-stop movement.

He knew that her passion rapture is the rapture itself, the heady intoxication, a bright flash, tribute to the minute - not more. And now, for the first time, like the pilot, which is in the gap dazzling sparkling clouds, where light and shadow play hide and seek, suddenly sees the land far below, green, brown and shining; now he saw something more. With the rapture of passion, he felt devotion for dope - a sense for the trinkets of words - human trust.

... just explain all the little things, significant things do not explain anything. They're too much of a romance, from the temptation to lie.

All life moves, and what moves can be strong, elegant or funny, it is not available, only one - the detached grandeur motionless and frozen. Death - it was true greatness, it reached perfection, and then only for a short time.

Life is something more than a sentimental set of commandments.

What may give one person other than a drop of heat? And what could be more than that?