Character: Arman. Page 1

They were doomed, stuck in their time. They forgot the first lesson that we must be strong beautiful and without regret - this is important.
- Can you teach me to do that?
- Yes!
To live without regrets. What would we make a pair... But what if the lesson I want to teach? What if all I have left is my suffering, my regret?
- You don't want to lose them?
- You got it? The heart that mourns her... the one you burned to the ground. I know what you did. And I know you don't have any regrets. You feel nothing and if that's what you can teach me, I can do that myself.

If I said, "Today you will possess this woman, but tomorrow will be killed", I would agree. If I said, "Give me ten Louis, and you will be her lover", I would have refused and wept like a child, who disappears in the morning castle nightly dreams.

It seems to me quite amusing that you know my name while you're still alive.

If I'm an angel, paint me with black wings.

You know, when dogs pour spirits, they begin to ride around the puddles to drown out the smell.

I do it, but that doesn't mean that I have to lose.

- If evil exists in this world, but do not differ by degrees of sinfulness, therefore, it is enough to commit one sin is to be forever damned. Isn't that is the meaning of your words? If there is a God and...
- I don't know if he, ' I interrupted Armand. But judging from what I saw... there is no God.
- So there is no sin and evil either.
- It is not - I said. Because if there is no God, then we are the highest sentient beings in the universe. The only ones allowed to see the true passage of time, understand the value of every minute of human life. Killing at least one person that is true evil, and no matter what he will still die the next day, or a month, or many years later... Because if there is no God, then life on earth, each moment is all we have.

The virtue of a child in its innocence, the virtue of the monk - unselfishness, self-sacrifice and service to God. Is the virtue of the saints and the virtue of Housewives. Unless they do not differ from each other?

Your heart in my hands, and therefore safe.

The world is changing, we are not, here is the irony, which in the end kills us.

Nice to think that when we finally get tired of this world there is a sunrise.

What I reveal to you my pain, doesn't mean I love you.

I don't know anything, because I know too much but understand very little and will never understand. But you and everybody I knew taught me that love is a necessity, as the necessary rain of flowers and trees as food to hungry children, as the blood - hungry scavengers we are, we need love, and love like nothing else can force us to forget and forgive any atrocity.

Every creature fights with its own angels and devils, every being sooner or later makes a choice and becomes an adherent of a certain system of values in life, without which it is impossible to live an authentic life.