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Erich Maria
About love
"No, - he said quickly. - Just do it. Stay friends? Dilute a small kitchen garden in the cooled lava extinct feelings? No, this is not for you and me. This happens only after the little intrigues, and it turns out pretty tune. Love does not blur the friendship. The end is the end »
No man could be more alien than the one you loved in the past.
What can one person to another, except for a drop of heat? And there may be more that? You're the only one not to allow themselves to close. And let a - you want to keep. And nothing can keep ...
How awkward it becomes man when he loves for real! How fast it flies with confidence! And how lonely he himself seems; all his vaunted experience suddenly dissipated like smoke, and it feels so unsure.
Human life lasts too long for one love. Simply too long. Love is wonderful. But someone from the two always gets bored. And the other is empty. Hardens and waiting for something ... waiting like crazy ...
Only one who has not once left alone, knows the happiness of meetings with his beloved.
Love does not tolerate explanations. She needed actions.
All love wants to be eternal. This is the eternal torment her.
Woman love umneet, and the man loses his head.
Only if finally rasstaneshsya with a person starts to really take an interest in all that concerns him. This is one of the paradoxes of love.
About happiness
Only unfortunate knows what happiness is. Lucky feel the joy of life is not more than a mannequin he only demonstrates that joy, but she has been given. Light does not shine when light. He shines in the darkness.
Just happy now just cows.
About happiness can speak for five minutes, no more. There's nothing to say, except that you're happy. And people tell about the misfortune nights.
In fact, a person is truly happy only when he least draws attention to the time and when it did not customize fear. Still, even if you customize the fear, you can laugh. What else is doing?
Happiness - the most uncertain and expensive thing in the world.
The most wonderful city is one where a person is happy.
The woman
Remember one thing, boy: never, never and never again you will not find yourself ridiculous in the eyes of a woman, if you do something for her.
It seemed to me that a woman should not speak to the man that she loves him. Let them talk about it her shining, happy eyes. They are more eloquent than any words.
Women should either worship or leave. Everything else - a lie.
If a woman belongs to another, it is five times more desirable than one that can get - an old rule.
Women do not need to explain to them always have to act.
Woman - not your metal furniture; she - flower. She does not want businesslike. It needs sun, lovely words. Better tell her every day something nice, than a lifetime with sullen fury to work on it.
I stood next to her, listen to her, laughed and thought, What a terrible love a woman and to be poor.
Oh man
As long as man does not give up, he was stronger than his own destiny.
The more primitive man, the more he high opinion of himself.
There is nothing tiring than at present how a person demonstrates his mind. In particular, if there is no mind.
Nothing is lost - I repeated. - A person loses only when he dies.
The easiest character at the cynics, the most unbearable idealists. Do not you think it strange?
The less a person self-esteem, the more it costs.
It is a mistake to suppose that all people have the same capacity to feel.
If you want people did not notice anything, it is not necessary to be cautious.
The life
What can not you get it, it always seems better than what you have. This is the romance and the idiocy of human life.
They say the hardest to survive the first seventy years. And then things will go smoothly.
Life - a sailboat on which too many sails, so that at any moment it can turn over.
Repentance - the most useless thing in the world. Return anything. Nothing can be corrected. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life is not meant to make us perfect. The one who is perfect place in the museum.
Principles sometimes need to break, otherwise no joy from them.
Better to die when I want to live, than live up to that, he wants to die
And that would be with you no matter what happens - do not take to heart. Few in the world for a long time is important.
Interesting facts:
The real name of the writer - Erich Paul Remark. He changed the middle name in honor of his mother, who died in 1918.
Erich was so ashamed of his first published novel, which later bought the entire edition.
The novel "All Quiet on the Western Front" Remarque wrote in just 6 weeks.
Remarque enjoyed reading Dostoevsky.
Remarque marriage with his wife Jutta lasted a little over four years, after which they were divorced. But, in 1938, Remarque again made with Jutta marriage, in order to help her get out of Germany and get the opportunity to live in Switzerland, where at the time he lived, and later they both went to the United States. Officially divorce was issued only in 1957. Writer until his death paid Jutta allowance and left her 50 thousand dollars.
When Marlene Dietrich went to the US, Remarque wrote her letters every day.
"No, - he said quickly. - Just do it. Stay friends? Dilute a small kitchen garden in the cooled lava extinct feelings? No, this is not for you and me. This happens only after the little intrigues, and it turns out pretty tune. Love does not blur the friendship. The end is the end »
No man could be more alien than the one you loved in the past.
What can one person to another, except for a drop of heat? And there may be more that? You're the only one not to allow themselves to close. And let a - you want to keep. And nothing can keep ...
How awkward it becomes man when he loves for real! How fast it flies with confidence! And how lonely he himself seems; all his vaunted experience suddenly dissipated like smoke, and it feels so unsure.
Human life lasts too long for one love. Simply too long. Love is wonderful. But someone from the two always gets bored. And the other is empty. Hardens and waiting for something ... waiting like crazy ...
Only one who has not once left alone, knows the happiness of meetings with his beloved.
Love does not tolerate explanations. She needed actions.
All love wants to be eternal. This is the eternal torment her.
Woman love umneet, and the man loses his head.
Only if finally rasstaneshsya with a person starts to really take an interest in all that concerns him. This is one of the paradoxes of love.
About happiness
Only unfortunate knows what happiness is. Lucky feel the joy of life is not more than a mannequin he only demonstrates that joy, but she has been given. Light does not shine when light. He shines in the darkness.
Just happy now just cows.
About happiness can speak for five minutes, no more. There's nothing to say, except that you're happy. And people tell about the misfortune nights.
In fact, a person is truly happy only when he least draws attention to the time and when it did not customize fear. Still, even if you customize the fear, you can laugh. What else is doing?
Happiness - the most uncertain and expensive thing in the world.
The most wonderful city is one where a person is happy.
The woman
Remember one thing, boy: never, never and never again you will not find yourself ridiculous in the eyes of a woman, if you do something for her.
It seemed to me that a woman should not speak to the man that she loves him. Let them talk about it her shining, happy eyes. They are more eloquent than any words.
Women should either worship or leave. Everything else - a lie.
If a woman belongs to another, it is five times more desirable than one that can get - an old rule.
Women do not need to explain to them always have to act.
Woman - not your metal furniture; she - flower. She does not want businesslike. It needs sun, lovely words. Better tell her every day something nice, than a lifetime with sullen fury to work on it.
I stood next to her, listen to her, laughed and thought, What a terrible love a woman and to be poor.
Oh man
As long as man does not give up, he was stronger than his own destiny.
The more primitive man, the more he high opinion of himself.
There is nothing tiring than at present how a person demonstrates his mind. In particular, if there is no mind.
Nothing is lost - I repeated. - A person loses only when he dies.
The easiest character at the cynics, the most unbearable idealists. Do not you think it strange?
The less a person self-esteem, the more it costs.
It is a mistake to suppose that all people have the same capacity to feel.
If you want people did not notice anything, it is not necessary to be cautious.
The life
What can not you get it, it always seems better than what you have. This is the romance and the idiocy of human life.
They say the hardest to survive the first seventy years. And then things will go smoothly.
Life - a sailboat on which too many sails, so that at any moment it can turn over.
Repentance - the most useless thing in the world. Return anything. Nothing can be corrected. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life is not meant to make us perfect. The one who is perfect place in the museum.
Principles sometimes need to break, otherwise no joy from them.
Better to die when I want to live, than live up to that, he wants to die
And that would be with you no matter what happens - do not take to heart. Few in the world for a long time is important.
Interesting facts:
The real name of the writer - Erich Paul Remark. He changed the middle name in honor of his mother, who died in 1918.
Erich was so ashamed of his first published novel, which later bought the entire edition.
The novel "All Quiet on the Western Front" Remarque wrote in just 6 weeks.
Remarque enjoyed reading Dostoevsky.
Remarque marriage with his wife Jutta lasted a little over four years, after which they were divorced. But, in 1938, Remarque again made with Jutta marriage, in order to help her get out of Germany and get the opportunity to live in Switzerland, where at the time he lived, and later they both went to the United States. Officially divorce was issued only in 1957. Writer until his death paid Jutta allowance and left her 50 thousand dollars.
When Marlene Dietrich went to the US, Remarque wrote her letters every day.
