Book: Ghosts in the Network

... Special people...
When I think about them, listen to their conversations, just by being near them, the world seems better. If not all it consists of concrete, steel, glass and people who fit only in such a landscape.

... Somewhere in the 6-7 years we separate from ourselves and hiding the qualities of our personality that do not fit into the world around us. And they, these secret sides of ourselves, become our shadow.

Love always requires us to change

Not - sometimes I think that you should not even try to change human perception. People will just turn their backs on you, that's all. It is better to provide them with information and let them handle it as they want and when they want.

I don't like the idea of the ordinary world - a world without surprise, no mystery. But I know that would not be happier in a world that consists entirely of mystery and endless surprise.

A person always has a chance. The only problem is that when we finally get what we wanted, it does not always behave as we expected.

She understood that it's just words, but sometimes people needed words, even when they understand that the promise is not necessarily fulfilled.

Well, I say, you could think, gods, and fairies, and all who show up at night, exist only because we believe in them. We created all of this to explain to himself the mystery of the world.
- But you, apparently, don't think so, ' she says.
- I think some of the mysteries can be explained, and in this way, but not all. And not even most of them.

To be tough does not mean never being afraid. You just never let fear keep you from what you want to do, or what you need to do. That's what really can be achieved.

Now can you imagine how things are going. I may start life as discarded as useless a part of someone else, but since then live their separate lives. I grew up in has changed. I became myself, and nobody else will never be able to be me. Nobody else knows what I know. Nobody else felt what I felt, experienced what I experienced.
This is what I call to be real. If you can adapt to the surrounding world, to grow, to evolve, to become someone other than who you were, then you really are. So, you have a soul. Because fiction anything is not able

We Jordy was great. I think we could be more than friends, but it seemed to me that he had in mind someone else, but such things always interfere with the relationship. In the end, people might even come to terms with the fact that near at hand, but still always mindful of something that could be, but did not happen.

- I think that everything has a soul, a mystery that most of us are not visible. But visible or not, she is the heart of this world, what makes you fight his pulse. While agree?
- Then tell me this: why are you so eager to be among his people who are scared of it or at least makes them feel uncomfortable?
- Maybe to feel normal, î I replied.
- Light a wedge has not converged on this very normality, - he laughed.
- You think?
- Damn! Yes, I just know it.

I see people held down. Each of them has its own story, and she's a part of somebody else's history. I understand that people were not separate, like Islands. How can you be an island, if your life history is so closely related to the lives of others?

Words are like a corridor;
Put more words in a row
And who knows
Where they will lead you.