Book: The shelter of dreams. Page 1

Love is sacrifice. Often selfishness is called love. Only those who voluntarily may waive the beloved for his happiness, but really loves you with all my heart.

Life is a miracle, but miracles she creates.

We humans are funny people. We are ashamed to reveal their emotions in front of others, even if know each other, and often ourselves. Therefore, each of us will feel alone - so that won't even be able to see the faces of the neighbors.

This is the most mysterious, the most wonderful thing in a woman: she can pass through the swamp, nearly drowning in the mud - and leave behind a white space spotless. She can be a sinner and still - innocent and pure. She is like a Phoenix: burns itself and rejuvenated from the ashes.

- Say, uncle Fritz, why do you have on the table are white chrysanthemums? After all, it is flowers for funeral.
I don't know. As soon as I saw them, I immediately realized that I would certainly buy it. They are so beautiful, so calm, so white like snow outside the window. And much resemble. Because I have lived a long and rich life, Yes, Yes, rich, in spite of suffering, internally rich and beautiful.

And sin is the greatest joy of life!

On one faded piece of paper was written: "my Dear, I'm not me, and the breath of breeze, a flower in the dew, evening dream. Pigeons are even more gullible than like know. They sit on my shoulders and peck the crumbs from my lips. My dear, I wander, as in a dream, Oh no! Everything to do with you, it's life, everything that happens without you, it's a dream. Darling, I am not me, I am You, sobbing from happiness."

When your greatest treasure in your hands, you don't realize it and realize only when it escapes.

In the world of division and hostility. Its unity and harmony. Eternal beauty.

And goodbye can be beautiful.
- But painful.
Sometimes the pain is too great.

Man is a great actor, and he loves to play tragic roles.

What do you call good, I may consider evil. What is good for one individual, could be harmful to the species as a whole.

Love is a struggle. And the main danger - the desire to give herself entirely. Who will do it first - he lost. Want to compress a teeth and to be cruel - they would win.

Love - the feeling, first and foremost, mentally, spiritual. Because of this, she doesn't have to be Platonic, pale and ethereal. Love is ecstasy. But not ecstasy of the flesh, and delight in a shower.