Why Other Women Still Live On Earth

You should not believe in women’s love. You should remember that woman loves by body, not by soul. Women are cunning, oh! And evil. They even do not like each other. Look on the street as they so viciously and begrudgingly watch one another; it is all of greed: each one is angry that in addition to her, other women still live on Earth.

Maksim Gorky

How Long Women Have To Wait

Nika, having heard a dog barking in the yard, every time jumped out onto the veranda, and then rushed in slippers through the melting snow to the mailbox. She returned back gloomy, hiding her eyes and biting her lips. Her black long hair pulled out from under the barrette and hung along the cheeks. Maria did not say anything. She only looked sympathetically at her daughter’s hunched figure and smiled sadly. What could she say to Nika? What about, and why? Let her wait! Perhaps this is her fate. You never know, how long women in Russia have to wait for their loved ones. They sometimes do it all their lives!

Tatyana Kamenskaya

The Retractive Force Of Nature

Life is love, life is maintained by love in an indivisible (it is their means of reproduction); in this case, love is the centrifugal force of nature; by it adjoins the last link to the beginning of creation, where it was repeated, therefore, love is the retractive force of nature – radius without beginning and infinite in the circle of the universe.

Nikolai Stankevich

A Depersonalizing Word

He was surprised by the amount of poetry existing in the world about everything that happened between them. To designate it by the word “love” was not interesting, it was depersonalizing. And he feared this word. Between them there were subtle and different feelings and emotional changes, and only poetry could somehow catch these feelings and name them.

Daniil Granin

A Gift, Sent Down To Man In Life

Speaking of love as a gift, sent down to man in life, is meant that this gift “is not in vain, not accidental”, that the person is obliged to take it into his will and can ignite the divine spark into the divine-high flame. The “deed” of love is neither daydreaming, not a fantasy. It is as real and strong-willed, as a matter of the public. And as a public affair cannot be done if you do not see the goal in it and do not understand its meaning, so it is impossible to do love affairs either. Both cases lead to the same: “to improve the reality.”

Zinaida Gippius

What Does Create Mean?

You are worried like a deaf-mute in love. Your poems are like a dull saw, pull the soul, not dividing it. Create – this is, after all – to share by entering something yours in someone else’s soul. Look: reading Merimee, I do not pull Carmen out of her glittering nest; it was formed indelibly; an artist has cut the soul having inserted the diamond. What did he do by that? He has gathered all for my soul: like this rapid proud image, even if it was to all the flashing of views, scattered among the crowds, musical memories, carving ornamentation, landscape, mood or sleep – if only it was like a gypsy Carmen by quality of impression. From crumbs they bake bread. From grains grapes are poured.

Alexander Green

Love Of Power

The desire to please is the female form of love of power, as the desire to surprise, i.e. to scare is a male form of the same passion. The woman surrenders herself to whom she wants to govern; the man wins her who wants to be a slave.

Klyuchevskii Vasily

Love And Jealousy

Jealousy is not connected with the freedom of a human. In jealousy there is an instinct of ownership and domination, but in a state of humiliation. It is necessary to recognize the right of love and deny the right of jealousy, having ceased to idealize it. Jealousy is the tyranny of human over a human. Especially disgusting is female jealousy, turning the woman into a fury.

Nikolai Berdyaev

Without Love The Person Is A Fool

– The main thing, buddy, – is you should love your ability. You for yourself are something unimportant, and your ability – is your gift to the world. What about God – it is good too, of course. However, remember the saying: God is God, but be himself not bad either. And the main thing – love. Without love the person is a fool!

Maksim Gorky

God Needs Children

– Here’s to you, the young, a need to know: there is a woman, as if the fortieth bear. With three you play love – no consequences and nine – nothing; and if stands on the way your fourth or seventh, and this is the end of you. She will bewitch and tie you; there will be no light for you but her, you will live like a blind man. She is called – a Fate Woman. Keremet sends her as a punishment. God needs children, there should be people. And when one naked game only, with no children, he does not like it. It is not necessary for him…

Maksim Gorky

Understanding The Sanctity Of Love

The man who breaks up with a woman who he once loved, in that bitter hour and a great moment, when he unwittingly realizes that his heart partly, but still is permeated by love, this man, trust me, is better and deeper understanding the sanctity of love than the faint-hearted folk, who out of boredom, out of weakness continue to play on the semi-torn strings of their sluggish and sensitive hearts.

Ivan Turgenev

A Housing Problem Only Ruined Them

People like people. They love money, but it’s always been … Mankind loves money, does not matter what they would have been made of: if made of leather, paper, bronze or gold. Well, frivolous … Well, well … and mercy sometimes knocks at their hearts … ordinary people … in general, they resemble previous generations … A housing problem only ruined them.

Michael Bulgakov

Whom I Love, Thereof I Beat

You know, I strongly suspect that she loves me in her own way – that is, you know the saying: “Whom I love, thereof I beat.” All her life she will take me as for a Jack of Diamonds (yes, it is something she probably needs) and yet love in her own way; she is preparing to it, such a character. She is a very Russian woman.

Fedor Dostoevsky

No Other Way To Love, As To Make Those Whom You Love Happy

Sometimes, listening to you, one can say that I am a monster, having all the flaws and especially stupidity. I’m terribly secretive. And if I’m upset, if I cry, it is not from sensitivity, but for a completely different reason. Therefore, you need to despise it and treat me down. This trick is very gentle, which affects my mind. Yet this mind, no matter how angry and terrible it is, knows no other way to love, as to make those whom it loves happy. And for this reason it is impossible for him to be, even for a minute, in a quarrel with those whom he loves, without coming to despair. And it is all the more impossible for him to be constantly busy with reproaches directed to one, then to another, every minute of the day. My mind, on the contrary, is constantly busy searching virtues and merit in those who he loves. I love to see everything wonderful in you. Tell me, how would you look if I constantly reproached you for all the shortcomings of your acquaintances, all those whom you respect or who serve you? If I made you responsible for all the nonsense that they do, would you be patient or not ?! If, seeing your impatience, I would be angry, would stand up and run away, slamming the doors, and after that I would avoid you, not looking at you, and even pretend to be cooler than they really are; if I added threats to it, does this mean that I was important? Finally, if after all this your head is also hot and the blood boils, it would be surprising that we both were out of our mind, did not understand each other and spoke at the same time.

Catherine II