Great Throughts Treasury

"Acts in human life like food, and thoughts and feelings - for seasoning. Ill have someone who ambassador cherries or vinegar pour cake."

"All taught us only work and nobody ? live."

"?The truth is transparent and invisible."

"After all our problems in this world stem from the fact that we have to spend our days as they are, because we cannot jump"

"Anyone who comes to the end of the path, the path is no longer needed, so it's him and not given."

"And in attack and love breath more breaths. At different ages for any of us content books will be different."

"Any day now contains anything reasonable, and every flower is a little honey."

"Anyone who knows the true path could be circumvented."

"Can be a long walk and wander, but the soul will remain in place."

"Do not see that to face to you is not your? Look at any fresco or picture and you will find him quickly. You are only temporary been deposited, to push him carrying me, as someone else's hat, so it will go no further. The same also counts for your voice and whistle. Reflect, besides, in my shadow, on the wall, which grew and grew fat with you. In her will once lie down for the last time and she'll outlive you."

"Death is a sleep, only to name a namesake! this is unknown to us."

"Do you work because they do not know how to live."

"Each must request their way as earth worms."

"Each of us promenades his thought, like a monkey on a leash. When you read, you always have to such monkeys: your own and one belonging to someone else. Or, even worse, a monkey and a hyena. Now,... continue reading.."

"Everybody carries his own death with himself."

"Everything that once heard, it must be double-tell"

"Each of us promenades his thought, like a monkey on a leash. When you read, you always have to such monkeys: your own and one belonging to someone else. Or, even worse, a monkey and a hyena. Now, consider what you will feed them. For a hyena does not eat the same things as a monkey..."

"He swam, holding his finger in the mouth to the river does not suck blood, the Turks were shooting into the waves, and he was sweating from water stress, pain and fear."

"He sometimes felt under each word should stand something hard and heavy, and every word must say that it can lift up or move from place to place, as a winch lifts building walkways, otherwise it will be like a bird without legs, which cannot come down to earth and forced to build a nest and hatching on the water."

"He took blue and red and placed them next to each other, painting the eyes of an angel. And I saw the angel's eyes turn violet"

"How many sent me dreams, I never got and have not seen?"

"Human person breathes, it inhales and exhales."

"If you discover a secret, you become part of the secret. I lied again this morning in his sleep. A lie has a smell. Anyone can die, but not everyone can be born. They remain the best unborn. recent weeks and my dreams stink. Thick as polenta and black as tar. A flowing through them huge amounts of time, as the river underground streams, although on waking I did earlier and earlier than usual. As there are two times in my life. Since one is not old, but it consumes something else instead of the body. Karma? Are our body and soul of fuel? Fuel what? Is it time to drive that moves the body and soul Eternity fuel? Singular, item and the present moment, that's what constitutes your entire mechanical world and its calculation. At the heart there is no space in the soul there is no time ... Dreams forget as soon as you walk through the nearest door. Thereof kept this skeleton. BUT, how to forget the language in which you dream with whom you grew up? Do not know if you know that forests are moving? When they go, they slowly and long travel in asking you a better place. Preferably with a fall start on time ... As the birds. Or as a man ... DREAMS DO NOT STARE. THEY HAVE ETERNAL. They are the only eternally part of humanity."

"If you go in the direction that your fear grows, you're on track. And God help you."

"In our time the person is not so much loneliness, that he may, without prejudice to read books."

"I'm used to my thoughts as to their dresses. Waist they are always one and the same width, and I see them everywhere, even at intersections. And worst of all - because they have not seen and intersections."

"Inside of the wind is the one that stays dry while the wind blows through the rain."

"It was something that could not put not fit into his clean image of the world. It was only a dream. How in such a simple life, in which you can run only between the two ears, every night something so inexplicably like dreams? Something that lasts even after death."

"Knowledge - perishable goods, that and look moldy. As well as the future."

"Life is not so much space: reach hand in hand and a Palm is on the Sun and the other in a fog."

"Let your eyes rest on me at that time I'll be well prepared for their roles, because no one is wise and beautiful, seven days a week."

"Learn secret and himself become part of the mystery."

"Linguistics dream spoke clearly that there is a contribution of time and dreamed that time to the present over the future of water, through a dream. For even the last time no dreams. It looks like a little unexperienced, in some strange tomorrow which started in advance. In a down payment taken from a future life, the future of which is realized as a dreamer avoid inevitable NOW."

"Love is like a bird in a cage: if it is not fed every day, she will die."

"Masculine and feminine stories cannot have the same ending."

"Men carry himself through the other, and women through themselves."

"Man thinks that die easily. Lay down and died. But it is not so simple. All that behind us and before us, it lasts much longer than we think. For example, do you know what the difference is between the heart and soul? When we turn our inside look at your heart, we will see it for what it is currently. When look into our soul, it will be same as it was thousands of years ago, and not for what it is now, because that's all you need to our view, to get to the soul, and to consider it - in other words, much time is required for In order to reach the light of the soul of our inner eye and lit it. So sometimes we see the soul, which is long gone. If such a thing with a soul, what to talk about death. Death of a person takes the same age as his life, and perhaps much longer, because death - is a complex economy, work and effort, more difficult and lengthy than human life."

"Most people hate is making live. [Never has time to eternity!"

"Love is of various kinds. One can only pick up a fork, another finger as oysters, another should be cut with a knife, not strangled to you, and there is a liquid and that without a spoon cannot do. But there is also such as an apple that Adam ate."

"Noise is easy to make. Create silence, if you can!"

"Poems ? as the time of the year. Come when stomped their days."

"One of the surest ways to true future (and there are also false future) - is to go in that direction, which increases your fear."

"One of the surest ways to true future - is to go in that direction, which increases your fear"

"Nothing mysterious, unfortunately, out of the world. The world is not full of secrets, the world is full of ears that runway. The whole story can fit in a shot whip."

"Some women do not know how to farm, and in the House they always mess. Others don't understand their emotional life, and chaos reigns. All this must be arranged in time, otherwise it will be too late. Because the then ends any similarity between the House and the soul. [women/life/chaos/time]"

"Someone who always thinks only about enemies, find them, but will kill friends."

"The future is stable, which is the us fear."

"The guard locks the gates of the tomb, letting the heavy sound of the lock fall into the dark interior, as though leaving the name of the key inside. Dispirited, like me, he sits down on the stone beside me and closes his eyes. Just when I think he has dozed off in his part of the shade, the guard lifts his hand and points to a moth fluttering above the entrance to the tomb, having come out of our clothes or the Persian carpets in the tomb. You see, he says to me casually, the moth is way up there by the white wall of the doorway, and it is visible only because it moves. From here it almost looks like a bird in the sky. That's probably how the moth sees the wall, and only we know it is wrong. But it doesn't know that we know. It doesn't even know we exist. You try to communicate with it if you can. Can you tell it anything in a way it understands; can you be sure it understood you completely? I don't know, I replied. Can You? Yes, the old man said quietly, and with a clap of his hands he killed the moth, then proffered its crushed body on the palm of his hand. Do you think it didn't understand what I told it? You can do the same thing with a candle, extinguish it with your two fingers to prove you exist, I commented. Certainly, if a candle is capable of dying... Now, imagine, he went on, that there is somebody who knows about us what we know about the moth. Somebody who knows how, with what, and why this space that we call the sky and assume to be boundless, is bounded-- somebody who cannot approach us to let us know that he exists except in one way-- by killing us. Somebody, on whose garments we are nourished, somebody who carries our death in his hand like a tongue, as a means of communicating with us. By killing us, this anonymous being informs us about himself. And we, through our deaths, which may be no more than a warning to some wayfarer sitting alongside the assassin, we, I say, can at the last moment perceive, as through an opened door, new fields and other boundaries. This sixth and highest degree of deathly fear (where there is no memory) is what holds and links us anonymous participants in the game. The hierarchy of death is, in fact, the only thing that makes possible a system of contacts between the various levels of reality in an otherwise vast space where deaths endlessly repeat themselves like echoes within echoes."

"The most important faith who looks, listens and reads, not the one who draws or writes, sings."

"The narrative is the sigh of the world, which makes it alive."