Quotes from Self Publishing. Page 3

In his hands, the violin became a living creature that cried, laughed, and imitated animal cries. The public, shocked by the inhuman skill, explained it as a conspiracy with the devil. Many recalled how at a concert a black silhouette with horns and a tail danced around the musician. Thanks to Paganini’s strange appearance, tangled fate and tough temperament, these fictions were accepted as pure.

It was

Our departure is as inevitable as the end of the road. Everything stops one day; a fire in the forest does not last forever.

When you crave something sweet, it becomes sweet.

He speaks of the great and the great.

Shortcuts only lengthen the road.

A woman is not the only toy of a man who considers himself the only one.

She came from romantic dreams!

Treat those who have a subtle soul with understanding and gratitude.

There is no loneliness as long as the inner voice is alive.

Words cannot be just words, but are used as just words, so our life becomes empty and imaginary.

The path of a loner is a dead end.

The path in the crowd is the path to a dead end.

And it’s not my fault that you like other music!