“Eyes mean a lot. Like a barometer. They tell you everything-they tell you who has a heart of stone, who would poke the toe of his boot in your ribs as soon as look at you-and who’s afraid of you.… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
“The Procurator did not squint because the sun dazzled him. No! For some reason, he did not want to see the group of condemned… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
If it is true that cowardice is the most grave vice, then the dog, at least, is not guilty of it. — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
“-No, to rzeczywiście nie są pieniądze – lekceważąco powiedział do swego gościa Woland – chociaż szczerze mówiąc, nawet tyle nie jest panu potrzebne. - Kiedy ma pan zamiar umrzeć?” — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share
The tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes never! You're asked an unexpected question, you don't even flinch, it takes just a second to get yourself under control, you know just what you have to say to hide the truth, and you speak very convincingly, and nothing in your face twitches to give you away. But the truth, alas,… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share
This twenty-year-old boy was distinguished from childhood by strange qualities, a dreamer and an eccentric. A girl fell in love with him, and he… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
“You should never ask anyone for anything. Never—and especially from those who are more powerful than yourself. They will make the offer and they… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
“Too bad!' the feisty poet responded. 'Yes, too bad!' the stranger agreed, his eye flashing, and went on: 'But here is a question that is troubling me: if there is no God, then, one may ask, who governs human life and, in general, the whole order on earth?' 'Man governs it himself' Homeless angrily hastened to reply to this admittedly… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share
“Don't be afraid, your majesty... Don't be afraid, your majesty, the blood has long since drained away into the earth and grapes have grown… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
“But this is what disturbs me: if there is no God, then, the question is, who is in control of man's life and the… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
“If you’ve been exiled, why don’t you send me word of yourself? People do send word. Have you stopped loving me? No, for some reason I don’t believe that. It means you were exiled and died … Release me, then, I beg you, give me freedom to live, finally, to breathe the air! …’ Margarita Nikolaevna answered for him herself:… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share
