Book: Love and other dissonances. Page 2

I reread it and closed the diary. When man is happy, he has nothing to say.
- The pain - the same integral part of life as happiness, and - said out loud. - No night, no day. I live, I laugh, it hurts. I have a heart, my soul it sings, it cries. For the classics - black, white, neutral gray - I'm too alive right now! I write in red ink and take in their veins.

I don't know, is there a limit to the suffering attributable to one person. Say given to us as much as we can handle...

- I drink for yourself! said suddenly aloud. - I'll be fine!

Because life is filled with meaning and paint only when I love. It would seem that it may be easier to love a man, filled with feeling for him? But it won't work. But I would like to electrocution, burned to begin what is called "chemistry."

Why are tears salty? This taste cannot be confused with any other. I can't believe one of iron produces so much salt water. And if you collect the tears of all those who life salt may have formed the sea and then the ocean.

(from a letter)
PS All day I get used to the idea that ceased to be a virgin, is becoming a favorite...

Maybe I'm just too afraid of the pain, their own and others? Or too in love with her - their own and others? I reflect, reflective, trying to understand - myself, of course, yourself. A small injection of pain - like a shot of endorphins straight to the heart.

Sergei was a beautiful woman on his stare, but now, nothing would force Anna to love him again. Do they sleep in the same bed, whether traveling in one car, separated by the wall. "Berlin now demolished - sadly she thought, and my no one will destroy..."

Whatever you say, man is a social being. Besides, it becomes easier if someone is going through what you are. Strange, but when we are good, when the feeling of love, we think it only happens with us, and no one has ever experienced anything like this. When something bad happens, we are extremely pleased to everyone who is in the same or even worse situation. When you realize that not alone in this world, once it becomes easier.

There's a great English expression - Less is more. Translates roughly as: "less is Better". It is better to stay single than to choke someone.

And the faster you went, the easier it became. Easier... Antonyms. Easy - hard. Hot - cold. All inherent duality, or, as is fashionable to say, dualism. And one implies the other: if there is loneliness, there must be love. Otherwise it is impossible.

And again. I forgive loved ones that can't forgive myself. And recently I was scared. You know, anything can happen, a one act defines a person as a whole and will not change my opinion about him, but love him as much as before - I won't be able. I will have another crystal of ice, which later will be to add the word FOREVER.
Let what has died stay dead, but I hope that the "dust to dust returning," will provide fertile ground living...