Book: The Thief Of Shadows

I've treated people rolls, and I can assure you, that always helps.

One day I heard she wanted a good morning brew the kettle, which is carefully wiped and then put on the window sill, nose to the glass so he could admire the view. And I'm the one she always accused of excess of imagination!

Why did you let me in if I just a guest?

Tomorrow, you'll see the pain will go away, and the next day you think it will be forgotten about, trust me, love sorrow only hurts the first days, while all somehow heals.

Just hurts me to see you lonely when I'm with you.

You don't have to quench the pain of all who meet on your way.

It was just unbearable to imagine that he is happy with the other. I couldn't forgive your father loved him so much.

And really, I couldn't even remember when we first kissed. Our lips touched one evening when I said goodbye when on duty, but we ought to ask her whether she believed this is a first kiss. Another time, in the Park, I gave Sophie some ice cream, and, when washed finger a drop of chocolate from her lips, she kissed me. Maybe that day our friendship grew into something more. Yes it really is important to remember the first time?

So she tidied her hair, straightened his sweater, straightened the pleats on the skirt. The first time I've seen her not dressed in pants. This touch of femininity it seems to be confused: Sophie chose the boyish style, finding in it a protection from the outside world.

Sophie came awake with puffy eyes thrown over a man's shirt. She looked in the dress seductive, though the shirt was not mine.

Fear of the dark was replaced by fear of loneliness.

Sometimes after Breakfast, clea fell asleep with his head resting on my shoulder. It was probably the best time of the day when she fully trusted me. Awesome feeling when someone you trusted.

Such love can not disappear without a trace for several months. Of course, he still loves me.

Know in advance what will happen to the people you cared about - happier this definitely will not.