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Mikhail Bulgakov - The Master and Margarita
She carried disgusting, disturbing yellow flowers in her hands. The devil knows what their names are, but for some reason they are the first to appear in Moscow. And these flowers stood out very clearly on her black spring coat. She carried yellow flowers! Not a good color. She turned from Tverskaya into an alley and then turned around. Well, do you know Tverskaya? Thousands of people were walking along Tverskaya, but I guarantee you that she saw me alone and looked not only anxiously, but even as if painfully. And I was struck not so much by her beauty as by the extraordinary, unprecedented loneliness in her eyes! Obeying this yellow sign, I also turned into the alley and followed in her footsteps. We walked along the crooked, boring alley in silence, I on one side, and she on the other. And, imagine, there wasn’t a soul in the alley. I was tormented because it seemed to me that it was necessary to talk to her, and I was worried that I would not utter a single word, and she would leave, and I would never see her again... And, imagine, she suddenly spoke: “Do you like my flowers? I clearly remember how her voice sounded, quite low, but with disruptions, and, stupid as it may seem, it seemed that the echo struck in the alley and was reflected from the yellow dirty wall. I quickly moved to her side and, approaching her, answered: “No.” She looked at me in surprise, and I suddenly, and completely unexpectedly, realized that I had loved this woman all my life!
Colin McCullough "The Thorn Birds"
There is such a legend - about a bird that sings only once in its entire life, but is more beautiful than anyone else in the world... One day it leaves its nest and flies to look for a thorn bush and will not rest until it finds... Among the thorny branches it begins to sing a song and throws itself with its chest on the longest, sharpest thorn. And, rising above the unspeakable torment, he sings so, dying, that both the lark and the nightingale would envy this jubilant song... The only, incomparable song, and it comes at the cost of life... But the whole world freezes, listening, and God himself smiles in the heavens... For all the best is bought only at the price of great suffering... At least that's what the legend says.....
A bird with a thorn in its breast obeys the immutable law of nature; she herself does not know what kind of force makes her throw herself on the edge and die with a song... At that moment when the thorn pierces her heart, she does not think about her imminent death, she simply sings, sings until her voice dries up and the breath will be cut short... But when we throw ourselves with our breasts on the thorns, we know, we understand, and still - with our breasts on the thorns... It will always be like this...
Kahlil Gibran "The Prophet"
Then the rich man said: Tell us how to Give. And he answered like this: You give only a little when you give a part of it. What do you own? It is only when you give a part of yourself that you truly give. After all, what is what you own if not things that you save and protect for fear that you will need them tomorrow? And tomorrow - what will tomorrow bring to the too-calculating dog, burying bones in the endless sands as he follows the pilgrim to the holy city? And isn’t the fear of need the same thing as need itself? Isn't the horror of the possibility of thirst the same as thirst itself, even if your well is full of water? ….. You often say: “I would give, but only to those who deserve it.” The brothers-in-law of your orchard do not speak like this, nor do the flocks of your pastures speak like this. They give in order to live, because for them not to give means to die. After all, surely the one who was chosen to receive his days and nights is worthy to receive everything else, even from you. Because he who has received the right to drink from the ocean of life is worthy to fill his cup from your little stream. Could there be a heavier burden than the one that must be shouldered in order to accept alms?
The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“...That’s where the Fox appeared. “Hello,” he said. “Hello,” the little prince answered politely and looked around, but saw no one. “I’m here,” a voice was heard. - Under the apple tree... - Who are you? - asked the little prince. - How beautiful you are! “I am the Fox,” said the Fox. “Play with me,” asked the little prince. “I’m so sad...” “I can’t play with you,” said the Fox. - I am not tamed. “Oh, sorry,” said the little prince. But, after thinking, he asked: “How is it to tame?” “You’re not from here,” said the Fox. -What are you looking for here? “I’m looking for people,” said the little prince. - How is it to tame? “People have guns and they go hunting. It is very uncomfortable! And they also raise chickens. That's the only thing they're good for. Are you looking for chickens? “No,” said the little prince. - I am looking for friends. How is it to tame? “This is a long-forgotten concept,” explained the Fox. - It means: to create bonds. - Bonds? “That’s it,” said the Fox. “For me, you are still just a little boy, just like a hundred thousand other boys.” And I don't need you. And you don't need me either. For you I am only a fox, exactly the same as a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we will need each other. You will be the only one for me in the whole world. And I will be alone for you in the whole world... “I’m beginning to understand,” said the little prince. “There is one rose... She probably tamed me...” “Very possible,” agreed the Fox. “Whatever happens on Earth.” “It wasn’t on Earth,” said the little prince. The fox was very surprised: “On another planet?” - Yes. — Are there hunters on that planet? - No. - How interesting! Are there chickens there? - No. - There is no perfection in the world! - Lis sighed. But then he started talking about the same thing again: “My life is boring.” I hunt chickens, and people hunt me. All chickens are the same, and all people are the same. And my life is a bit boring. But if you tame me, my life will be illuminated by the sun. I will begin to distinguish your steps among thousands of others. When I hear people's steps, I always run and hide. But your walk will call me like music, and I will come out of my hiding place. And then - look! Do you see the wheat ripening in the fields over there? I don't eat bread. I don't need ears of corn. The wheat fields don't tell me anything. And it's sad! But you have golden hair. And how wonderful it will be when you tame me! Golden wheat will remind me of you. And I will love the rustle of the ears of corn in the wind... The fox fell silent and looked at the little prince for a long time. Then he said: “Please... Tame me!” “I would be glad,” answered the little prince, “but I have so little time.” I still need to make friends and learn different things. “You can only learn those things that you tame,” said the Fox. “People no longer have enough time to learn anything. They buy things ready-made in stores. But there are no such shops where friends would trade, and therefore people no longer have friends. If you want to have a friend, tame me! - What should be done for this? - asked the little prince. “We must be patient,” answered the Fox. - First, sit over there, at a distance, on the grass, like this. I will look sideways at you, and you remain silent. Words only interfere with understanding each other. But every day sit a little closer... The next day the little prince came to the same place again. “It’s better to always come at the same time,” the Fox asked. “For example, if you come at four o’clock, I’ll feel happy from three o’clock.” And the closer to the appointed time, the happier. At four o'clock I will already begin to worry and worry. I will find out the price of happiness! And if you come every time at a different time, I don’t know what time to prepare my heart... You need to follow the rituals. -What are rituals? - asked the little prince. “This is also something long forgotten,” explained the Fox. “Something that makes one day different from all other days, one hour different from all other hours.” For example, my hunters have this ritual: on Thursdays they dance with the village girls. And what a wonderful day it is - Thursday! I go for a walk and reach the vineyard itself. And if the hunters danced whenever they had to, all days would be the same and I would never know rest. So the little prince tamed the Fox. And now the hour of farewell has come. “I will cry for you,” sighed the Fox. “It’s your own fault,” said the little prince. “I didn’t want you to get hurt, you yourself wanted me to tame you...” “Yes, of course,” said the Fox. - But you will cry! - - Yes, sure. - So this makes you feel bad. “No,” the Fox objected, “I’m fine.” Remember what I said about golden ears. He fell silent. Then he added: “Go and look at the roses again.” You will understand that your rose is the only one in the world. And when you return to say goodbye to me, I will tell you one secret. This will be my gift to you. The little prince went to look at the roses. “You are not at all like my rose,” he told them. - You are nothing yet. No one has tamed you, and you have not tamed anyone. This is how my fox used to be. He was no different from a hundred thousand other foxes. But I became friends with him, and now he is the only one in the whole world. Roses were very embarrassed. “You are beautiful, but empty,” continued the little prince. “I won’t want to die for your sake.” Of course, a random passerby, looking at my rose, will say that it is exactly the same as you. But she alone is dearer to me than all of you. After all, it was her, not you, that I watered every day. He covered her, not you, with a glass cover. He blocked it with a screen, protecting it from the wind. I killed caterpillars for her, leaving only two or three so that the butterflies hatched. I listened to how she complained and how she boasted, I listened to her even when she fell silent. She is mine. And the little prince returned to the Fox. “Goodbye...” he said. “Goodbye,” said the Fox. “Here is my secret, it is very simple: only the heart is vigilant.” You can't see the most important thing with your eyes. “You can’t see the most important thing with your eyes,” repeated the little prince in order to remember better. “Your rose is so dear to you because you gave it all your days.” “Because I gave her all my days...” the little prince repeated in order to remember better. “People have forgotten this truth,” said the Fox, “but don’t forget: you are forever responsible for everyone you tamed.” You are responsible for your rose. “I am responsible for my rose...” repeated the little prince in order to remember better. ..."
Doctor Kurpatov “To love or not to love”
Love comes in different forms. There is passion, there is romantic infatuation, there is habit, and sometimes it is real: where there is care, where there are feelings, where there is sincere mutual affection and common goals. Love-passion
Despite the sublimity of this feeling, it is predominantly biological in nature. What is called in science “sexual dominance” is born in our brain, and we go blind. We are overcome by desire, we are overwhelmed by our own sensuality, we, like the famous half of Baron Munchausen’s horse, drink and cannot get drunk. All this internal trembling, trembling and longing makes us idealize the object of our love. Our psyche does this intentionally: it wants us to achieve satisfaction of our desire, and therefore an advertising campaign is needed. And advertising always lies a little (and not always just a little). In general, the most rosy pictures appear in our minds... We want to constantly be close to the object of our love, we dream of immersing ourselves in this relationship - to get, as they say, “to the very essence,” “to drink to the bottom.” We dream of a wonderful future and endless happiness. However, this happiness does not last long, love and passion is a perishable commodity. For a man, such love is generally fleeting; a woman, as a rule, suffers from it longer. But, one way or another, there always comes a moment when lovers suddenly discover that the passion has faded away, the wave has subsided, and on the bare shore there is not a hint of what previously seemed so factual, so true, so passionately loved. Disappointment... Should we continue to love in this case? Is it worth trying to stop this runaway train? Or, perhaps, on the contrary, you need to stop, come to your senses, evaluate what happened as a temporary insanity and not make attempts to return what seemed to be reality, but in fact was only a beautiful fantasy filled with feelings? Or another question... Our life is calm, measured, there is a family, an established life, children, and suddenly we are struck by such a crazy, ardent passion. Is it worth it, if it is so fleeting, obeying a passionate impulse, neglecting all conventions, turning a blind eye to common sense, leaving your family and going to the “all bad” of your fleeting love? Or maybe you just need to take a break, stand, burn out, break, step on the throat of your own song and, for the sake of stability and order in your own life, psychologically return to the bosom of your family?
Excerpts from books about love
In marriage, the main thing is love and with love you will always be happy, because happiness can only be found in yourself. Leo Tolstoy "Anna Karenina"
In love, even our mistakes seem to be short-lived. Thorton Walder "The Bridge of Saint Louis King"
If you found love, keep it forever. Cecelia Ahern "PS I love you"
Well, this kind of thing love... happens to just anyone, regardless of character, habits and tastes... Cecilia Ahern “PS I love you”
Their lips met again - reservedly. Gaby thought how right it felt when their bodies touched, as if the missing pieces of a puzzle had finally come together. Nicholas Sparks "Choice"
Concentrating love in yourself means happiness, concentrating hate means turmoil. Paulo Coelho, "Warrior of Light"
Love is a delightful catastrophe: you know that you are heading straight for the wall, and yet you step on the gas; you fly towards your death with a smile on your lips; you wait with curiosity for the moment when it explodes. Frederic Beigbeder “Love lives for three years”
It was so good that I saw love in everything. Even in the eyes of a schizophrenic. Paulo Coelho "Veronica Decides to Die"
With age, the ardor of love fades, and doubts of faith grow. Stendhal "The Parma Monastery"
No matter how much you love, the face you don’t see is gradually forgotten. Orhan Pamuk "My name is red"
Love is a wild force. When we try to curb it, it destroys us. When we try to enslave her, she turns us into her slaves. When we try to comprehend it, it leads us into confusion of thoughts and feelings. Paulo Coelho "Zaire"
In ordinary times, we all, conscious of it or not, understand that there is love for which there are no limits, and nevertheless we agree, and even quite calmly, that our love is, in essence, so-so, second-class. Albert Camus "The Plague"
First love changes your whole life. You won't forget her, no matter how hard you try. That girl became your first love and, no matter what you do, will remain with you forever. Nicholas Sparks "The Notebook"
I suddenly realized: yes, I love Thalia. And not at all because she is a “hot girl”, not because she is kind and reasonable. I love her because in her presence both I and the whole world around me become better. Alex Flynn "A Kiss in Time"
Love has passed, the muse has appeared. And the dark mind became clear. Alexander Pushkin "Eugene Onegin"
When you pass by, slow down a little. I'll stand there and wait for you. Janusz Wisniewski “Loneliness on the Internet”
Love is like the wind, you don’t see it, but you feel it. Nicholas Sparks "Hurry to Love"
Love brought me not only quite tangible physical pleasure; Thinking about her, I experienced something like intellectual pleasure. The expression “making love” has its own special, purely verbal charm, which alienates it from its meaning. I was captivated by the combination of the material, concrete word “engage” with the poetic abstraction of the word “love.” Françoise Sagan "Hello, sadness"
The highest satisfaction is to bring pleasure to the person you love. Jacqueline Susan, "Valley of the Dolls"
And of all the people, I have never loved or hated anyone more than her. Leo Tolstoy "War and Peace"
The greatest happiness in life is the confidence that you are loved.
Beautiful quotes about love from books
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For love, distance is not a hindrance. The contractions of the heart of one half always respond to the heart rhythm of the other. Love has two main barriers - circumstances and fears. We often lack the courage to step over the stones of the past and the doubts of the present. But, as a rule, one person passes. This is the whole difficulty: one half has given up what the other cannot refuse. A painful one-way relationship. Silent signals of pain from one end to the other... How is Remarque doing? “One of the two always leaves the other, the whole question is who will get ahead of whom. Elchin Safarli “When I’m without you...” collection
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After all, love is something that needs to be learned and practiced. Besides, love is something to be stolen. If you don’t steal from yourself a little energy and time for love every day, no love will happen. Milorad Pavic "Mushka"
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I don't think love is the answer or the solution. For me, love is a force of nature, powerful, like the Sun, necessary, impersonal, huge, impossible, burning, but it warms, dries, gives life. And when it burns out, the planet dies. Janet Winterson "The Economy of Light"
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Why can love be turned on and off with such ease, as if by snapping your fingers? If it lights up and goes out so quickly, without effort, how can you trust it? Sarah Gio "Quiet words of love"
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There is no sin, there is only a lack of love. Have courage, find the strength to love, even if it turns into betrayal and pain. Paulo Coelho "Valkyries"
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We are the bridge across eternity, rising above the sea of time, where we rejoice in adventure, play in living mysteries, choose for ourselves disasters, triumphs, accomplishments, unimaginable incidents, testing ourselves again and again, learning to love, love and love. Richard Bach "Bridge Over Eternity..."
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I am all one continuous love for you. Even, perhaps, the word “love” is still too weak. I have a feeling for you that only one can have for God: everything is here - reverence, love, and obedience... Stendhal “Red and Black”
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Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, sinking its roots deep into us, and often continues to grow green even in a devastated heart. Victor Hugo Notre Dame Cathedral
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Love. An eternal miracle. It not only illuminates the gray sky of everyday life with a rainbow of dreams, it can also surround a pile of crap with a romantic aura... A miracle and a monstrous mockery. No person can become more of a stranger than someone you loved in the past. I love you and will love you until I stop breathing. I know this for sure. You are my horizon, and all my thoughts come down to you. Whatever happens, everything always revolves around you. And it has always been like this. Always Erich Maria Remarque "Arc de Triomphe"
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Love is when you want to experience all four seasons with someone. When you want to run with someone from a spring thunderstorm under lilacs strewn with flowers, and in the summer you want to pick berries and swim in the river. In the fall, make jam together and seal the windows against the cold. In winter, it helps to survive a runny nose and long evenings. Ray Bradbury "Dandelion Wine"
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Many people think that love consists of choosing a woman and marrying her. And they choose, I swear to you, I saw it myself. Is it really possible to choose in love? Isn’t love like lightning that suddenly strikes you and pins you to the ground in the middle of the yard? You will say that this is why they choose because they love, but I think it’s the other way around. Beatrice is not chosen, Juliet is not chosen. Julio Cortazar "Hopscotch"
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The highest happiness in life is the confidence that you are loved; they love for your own sake, or rather, they love in spite of you. Victor Hugo "Les Miserables"
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Those women are crazy who allow secret love to flare up in their hearts - a love that, if left unrequited and unknown, will inevitably burn the life that nurtured it. And if she is open and finds the answer, she will lure her, like a will-o’-the-wisp, into an insidious quagmire from where there is no return. Charlotte Bronte "Jane Eyre"
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I almost fell in love with her while we were dancing. Sometimes you don’t even want to look at her, you see that she is a fool, but as soon as she does something sweet, I already fall in love. Oh those girls, damn them! They can drive you crazy. Jerome Salinger "The Catcher in the Rye"
In general, it seems to me that too strong emotions burn out something in a person. If you loved too much, you won't be able to love anymore. Harry Harrison "Birth of the Steel Rat"
