Love is happiness, but only when you believe it will last forever. Even though every time it turns out to be a lie, it’s only faith that gives love its strength and its joy.
What was my truth worth, if I was prepared to defend the entire world, but not those who were close to me? If I subdued hate, but wouldn’t give love a chance?
There are far more reasons for death than there are for life.
In a war the most dangerous thing is to understand the enemy. To understand is to forgive.
A car’s not the right place for showing off to a girl—the bed’s the place for that. The consequences of a mistake there are more upsetting, but less tragic.
Do you know what it’s like to be condemned to love?
Being on the side of the Light is much tougher than being on the side of the Dark…
Forgiving was the hardest thing. Sometimes forgiving was the hardest thing in the whole world.
And that, Pavel, is why you shouldn’t use magic for every tiny little thing. Where you can put your trust in science, that’s what you should do.
Loneliness, dejection, the contempt or pity of people around you–these are unpleasant feelings. But they are precisely the things that produce genuine Dark Ones.
You’re on your own little quest, an there’s a bit of Frodo Baggins in you, and a bit of Verne’s Paganel, and just a tiny drop of Robinson Cursoe, and a smidgeon of Radishchev.
Others are not born bad or good… and neither are people, by the way.
In a war the most dangerous thing is to understand the enemy. To understand is to forgive. And wehave no right to do that—we never have had, not since the creation of the world.
The hardest thing of all is when pain is hidden behind a mask of calm.
Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.
After all, inside every woman, no matter how grown up she is, there is still a frightened little girl.
When leaders betray their people and the people don’t overthrow them, it’s not just the leaders who should be blamed.
I get the same buzz cleaning up the yard as Leo Tolstoy did from scything hay.
Drink your coffee, it clears out the brain in the morning