Book: Love fever

She chased him cold, and it cooled her fever.

- You're impossible - contempt reflected in his handsome face. She was nothing like you. It was open. Her heart wasn't hidden behind seven seals.
And what it brought her? Death.

To lie is not difficult. Worse, we cling to the lie. Please give us the illusion to not face the truth, don't feel alone.

It was necessary to pay more attention to who I am, in fact, not how I look.

I want to go through it all. Again to touch him. To hear the sounds he makes. To smile to him. Be gentle and don't be afraid to show their affection. Life is so fragile, wonderful, and too short. Why I realized it only when it's too late?

I, anyway, do not run from their mistakes. I fall asleep and Wake up with them. They are looking at me from the mirror when I looked in it. And I say to myself: "Dude, you'll survive it."

Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he could scare anyone, but he never probed me down, but only licked me, and if sometimes his language was a little crude, it was worth it to walk beside the king of the jungle.

I want to take something that I don't have the courage to offer him.

There are only shades of gray. Black and white is just the high ideals that we created the standards by which we judge the world, and a map of where we are in compliance with these standards is trying to find its place. Good and evil, in its purest form, is unattainable. We will never be able to grasp and hold them, just as it will not work with illusions FAE. We can only strive for it, strive to achieve and hope that we will not lose those points and not get lost in the darkness without direction and purpose.

Hope is a strange thing. Without it we are nothing. Hope feeds our will. And will rule the world. Even though I suffered from a lack of hope, but I had something else: the will, the recklessness and desperate... one more chance.

One who is not moving forward is moving backward. And the one who moves ago, long lives.

I had not uttered one of those standard phrases that we are used to comfort people in their grief. The words do not help, they are rather annoying.

In this world there are only three types of people: those who don't know something and don't know what they don't know; those who don't know, but I know they don't know something, and those who know something and remember how much they do not know.

I'm not going to lie to you more than you're lying to me.