Igor Eliseev Quotes

It's Okay," he answered and smiled ironically. "I should be grateful to the knife that's curing me for being so sharp.

It is worthy of note that killing oneself and killing someone is not the same. For the former, one should lose one's faith, for the latter, one should never have any.

I think everything's beautiful that is done through human's heart and soul, that makes one's inner world visible, that gives a chance to look at oneself from outside – everything is beautiful, even us.

Is it so hard to offer your help and sympathy to somebody in grief? It takes a little to make one step, but, in an inexplicable manner, it stretches into thousands of kilometers. All of us are full of empathy and consolation but always prefer to express it from a distance.

How perfectly evil spirit and beauty can combine in one person, harmonically supplementing each other.

All our life we had been dreaming to get through every little hole into this beautiful and unfamiliar world where parents and children love each other not for something but in spite of everything, to plunge into this fairy world entirely, settle down and live there. So why didn't I feel happy when it happened for real?

They are just a strange whim, kink of nature, deviation that doesn't seem to exist but is encountered every day.

Probably, sooner or later every person founds oneself to be needless.

At times it is so enjoyable to mire your neighbor into the filth you already got stuck in long ago!

Would he as well neglect the perishing person, wouldn't he help to get up, would he turn away? I think I know the answer is obvious. He was flying so high above each of us that after falling down he got below everybody else. To be precise, he was simply knocked down. And we, none of us, just did nothing. Thus, with everybody's silent acquiescence, the best of us were eliminated in order to let others decay.

We always humble ourselves before bastards - it has already become a tradition.

You have always understood and accepted my most genuine, most intimate impulses and responded to them with surprising accuracy. I wish all people turned into such mirrors for each other.

And now, it turns out that our mother's name means benevolence and generosity to people as objects of love! This is both a unique and beautiful name, Charity. "It was one of life's cruel ironies," I thought, "that a midwife, or whoever filled in the documents, must have known our mom's name. I suppose she had a lot of fun naming us Hope and Faith! Or, on the contrary, she sympathized.