Book: Where are you

Oh, please, handsome guy from the gas station, met in the morning, remember me, bother, look, find me!

How can I stop to look around, if you constantly live in hope that now you'll notice?

It is now necessary to make a decision: is it time to turn back, to open the door to your own life and to unleash the trapped in time together with memories to move forward and try to catch up. Or conduct further searches, no matter how bizarre and absurd they may seem.

You cannot forever keep all things, as for them, nor cling.

In his own mind was dominated by the incessant noise: the screams, groans, endlessly repeated snatches of some conversations, imaginary future conversation, all of this visco was flounder in his brain, like a fat fly, Samassa in a jar of jam.

To replace lost impossible. We need to find him.

The option that I was simply crazy, too, deserves serious attention.

This is life, real life. Sooner or later you will understand that nobody here plays any games. We are all trying to live simply and to do everything in our power to make life as normal as any other life in any other country, in any other world.

Put something in the wrong direction - then temporarily lose, it's because you forgot where it is.

I came to the conclusion that the numerous irregularities in the life of every individual ultimately leads to greater balance at the global level. That's what I mean. No matter how unfair I believe this or that thing, just look at it within the bigger picture, and immediately notice how clearly it is embedded.

A heart can be broken at any age.

In times when adverse circumstances of life reach the peak, you can do two things: 1) break down, lose hope, to abandon any attempt to do anything, to lie down on the ground face down and desperate flailing fists; 2) to laugh.

I was looking for my jewel, proboltalsya on my wrist the last thirteen years. The inability of these hours is a long time in one place can exactly match the instability of my relationship with the person who gave them. How many times they click of the lock, flew in the opposite direction of where I moved, but I never came to wave goodbye to them. I wasn't going to part with them, I need them. Again, a complete coincidence with our relationship.

A passion for finding missing things - just your way to escape from reality...