Book: Cold shore

It's crazy to think the clothes are not custom made and standard sizes! As if people are the same!

The main fact in life is life itself. To atone for any sin can be, any trouble to fix. As long as you live there will always be a place of joy, hope, and love. And who died - he's already lost.
Even if was a Holy paladin.

Well, how to tell a dying man that no San no title from death do not save? And will not protect from her debt, duty, love, faith. Her single, the woman.

The sky... the sky, Ilmar, is freedom. To learn how to love the earth, must one day rise into the sky.

No, it is correct. As of the aristocracy nor laugh, nor how many jokes spoil: "were on a desert island and Lord, merchant and thief"... But still - look at the nobleman and envy. Like all his ancestors nobly stand behind, proudly sticking out his chin, hands resting on swords. Not to be risen this... even kill - still the victory will not feel.

If there is a problem - my fear is it will not run if there is no trouble - my fear is not needed. Do not regret what has been done, thinking about what to do..."
A simple prayer is not a petition for healing and repentance of sins, but always helps.

There is great work to figure out who to blame. But no... not everyone understands it.

It is better to March in line or wander the streets at night in the thin armour of the guard, than dealing with a dozen others, ready for all the villains.

The trouble is all improvisation, you never know what stupid thing has already bryaknut your partner.

That's really what I love - when thank. Like tie of gratitude - on the one hand nice, but on the other - and then will not exit except to help.

Love is not the pearl, hiding on the seabed among the thousands of empty shells. Not a spring in the desert that gives a tiny oasis, and at any moment can disappear under the dunes. We live in a world full of love! But people searching for love like looking for pearls in the seabed - choking, ruining countless barren shell, disappearing forever beneath the waves. And if you find one, consider yourself chained to love like a dying of thirst traveler that came upon an oasis - and is afraid to make it at least a step. It seems that you have found a gem and they give love a stranglehold like pearl who dies without the warmth of your hands! They think they have found a spring among the sand, and they spend days and nights on guard, rake the dunes and close the spring with his body from the smallest breeze! They think it's worth a look - the pearls disappear into someone else's pocket, the spring will be covered with sand, and they will again be alone... But love hates watchful gaze. You can plant a rose in your garden and fawning over her, fending off the tracks and covering from the rain. And the rose will grow for you, but we need only to step to the side and she dies!
But for some reason, when last year I planted a dozen roses and left them unattended, they withered away by mid-summer.
- Oh, yeah. Unattended - scattered pearls dust, withered flower and love dies. In fact all you do is oversee or care. Our world is full of love, and we fight for it as though love may not be enough at all. Not be enough - although it only need to find. Just have to see!

- You may be afraid of the dark?
The answer was silence. I shook my head. Yeah, he sent the Redeemer friend. Not only that, the child that the foot of the blue twisted - in the dark whines!
- Here I, - have muttered I, walking down. Patted Mark on the shoulder to calm down, sat down. Even in the dark and I'm blind, but on sound to navigate are able to.
- I'm afraid - belatedly replied mark.
- But the ship did not seem whined.
- There are a lot of people were...
I sighed:
- About... here. Are you the same guy? Fear of the dark when people near. But if one - that darkness is not a friend, nor an enemy.