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“An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Nobody can hurt me without my permission.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“My tastes are simple: I am easily satisfied with the best.”
― Winston S. Churchill

“The worst thing is not that the world is unfree, but that people have unlearned their liberty.

The more indifferent people are to politics, to the interests of others, the more obsessed they become with their own faces. The individualism of our time.

Not being able to fall asleep and not allowing oneself to move: the marital bed.

If high culture is coming to an end, it is also the end of you and your paradoxical ideas, because paradox as such belongs to high culture and not to childish prattle. You remind me of the young men who supported the Nazis or communists not out of cowardice or out of opportunism but out of an excess of intelligence. For nothing requires a greater effort of thought than arguments to justify the rule of nonthought… You are the brilliant ally of your own gravediggers.

In the world of highways, a beautiful landscape means: an island of beauty connected by a long line with other islands of beauty.

How to live in a world with which you disagree? How to live with people when you neither share their suffering nor their joys? When you know that you don’t belong among them?... our century refuses to acknowledge anyone’s right to disagree with the world…All that remains of such a place is the memory, the ideal of a cloister, the dream of a cloister…

Humor can only exist when people are still capable of recognizing some border between the important and the unimportant. And nowadays this border has become unrecognizable.

The majority of people lead their existence within a small idyllic circle bounded by their family, their home, and their work... They live in a secure realm somewhere between good and evil. They are sincerely horrified by the sight of a killer. And yet all you have to do is remove them from this peaceful circle and they, too, turn into murderers, without quite knowing how it happened.

The longing for order is at the same time a longing for death, because life is an incessant disruption of order. Or to put it the other way around: the desire for order is a virtuous pretext, an excuse for virulent misanthropy.

A long time a go a certain Cynic philosopher proudly paraded around Athens in a moth-eaten coat, hoping that everyone would admire his contempt for convention. When Socrates met him, he said: Through the hole in your coat I see your vanity. Your dirt, too, dear sir, is self-indulgent and your self-indulgence is dirty.

You are always living below the level of true existence, you bitter weed, you anthropomorphized vat of vinegar! You’re full of acid, which bubbles inside you like an alchemist’s brew. Your highest wish is to be able to see all around you the same ugliness as you carry inside yourself. That’s the only way you can feel for a few moments some kind of peace between yourself and the world. That’s because the world, which is beautiful, seems horrible to you, torments you and excludes you.

If the novel is successful, it must necessarily be wiser than its author. This is why many excellent French intellectuals write mediocre novels. They are always more intelligent than their books.

By a certain age, coincidences lose their magic, no longer surprise, become run-of-the-mill.

Any new possibility that existence acquires, even the least likely, transforms everything about existence.”
― Milan Kundera

“I love you. Remember. They cannot take it”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Go to heaven for the climate and hell for the company.”
― Benjamin Franklin Wade

“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
― haruki murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“It's far better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone — so far.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“We think too much and feel too little.”
― Charlie Chaplin

“Suicide. A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors. It was only in dreams that I heard the word shouted, screamed.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
― Victor Hugo

“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”
― Victor Hugo, William Shakespeare

“What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul”
― Victor Hugo , Les Misérables

“ადამიანის უძვირფასესი საუნჯე მისი ვინაობაა.”
― ილია ჭავჭავაძე/Ilia Chavchavadze

“Can you be a girl for a few seconds?"
"I'm always a girl" I frown.
"You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girl"
I twirl my hair around my finger. "Kay.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“I want you any way I can get you. Not because you’re beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows you’re all those things. I want you because there’s no one else like you, and I don’t ever want to start a day without seeing you.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight

“I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Married by Morning

“It’s impossible,” he snapped.

“Why?”

“Because I’m Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can’t be celibate. Everyone knows that.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

“სიცოცხლე იმად არა ღირს, მისი გულისთვის შიშს მონად გაუხდე.”
― ჯემალ ქარჩხაძე/Jemal Qarckhadze

“უცნაურია, რომ კაცს დაბეჯითებით შეუძლია თქვას, რა უყვარს და რა არა.
მე მაგალითად, სანამ ბოლომდე ვიტყოდე იმას, რაშიც დარწმუნებული ვარ, უკვე
იმაში ვარ დარწმუნებული, რომ ვცდები.”
― ჯემალ ქარჩხაძე/Jemal Qarckhadze

“ძველი ბელადი ნელა მიაბიჯებდა. უკან არ იხედებოდა.
ბოლოს მოიხედავსო, თავის სხეულში ამბობდა იგი. ჯერ არავინ ასულა დიდი დაძინების ქარაფზე ისე, რომ უკან არ მოეხედა.
იდგნენ თავით ფეხებამდე სველები და უყურებდნენ.
ძველი ბელადი მიდიოდა, ხოლო უკან, ატალახებულ მიწაზე, მისი ღრმა კვალი რჩებოდა. ჩაზნექილი, ამოზნექილი, ისევ ჩაზნექილი და ბოლოში თითების ანაბეჭდი, ერთმანეთზე მიტყუპებული და ერთმანეთისაგან მაინც გამოყოფილი. ფეხს რომ ასწევდა, სანამ ხელახლა დადგამდა, ნაფეხურში წყალი დგებოდა.
ზურგზე, ბეჭებშუა, წვიმის წვეთები ერთად იყრიდნენ თავს და ნაკადულივით მოედინებოდნენ ქვემოთ. თმიდანაც წვეთები ჩამოსდიოდა.
ქარაფის წვერს რომ მიაღწია, იგიმ თავის სხეულში თქვა, ახლა სეჩერდება და მოიხედავსო.
ამის თქმა ძლივს მოასწრო, რომ ძველმა ბელადმა ნაბიჯი გადადგა ქარაფის წვერიდან და გაქრა.
არც მოუხედავს, არც დაუყვირია.”
― ჯემალ ქარჩხაძე, დრო

“His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.”
― Lauren Oliver

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” I asked, eyeing him standing carefully outside my door. “Is this the part where you tell me you’re a vampire?” He chuckled. “No, I promise the paleness is only because I’m British.”
― Cora Carmack, Losing It

“Sorry about that."
"You didn't hear me complaining."
I raised an eyebrow and said, "Forget about it. You will never see me in that skirt."
"Never? Is that a challenge, love?"
"It's a promise.”
― Cora Carmack

“Sara lay back on the cold rock floor and beckoned for him."I'll stay in here until you're starving," she said passionately,"until you understand you can trust me,that I give to you unconditionally,out of the purest love.I'll stay here until this cage becomes a place of peace,of pleasure-not torment."Her eyebrow lifted."I will stay in here until you can't resist me.”
― Laura Wright, Eternal Hunger