Book: Love your memory

- Do you miss her?
- Honey, it's already ten years have passed.
His confession hurt me. I put my hands on his chest and look to the side, quietly boiling with rage. Dad leans over to me and lightly pushes me with his elbow:
And every day I miss her more than the day before.

There is a theory that one eye may record what he sees, a little faster than the other, thereby creating a strong sense memories of the same scene, when using millisecond it sees the second eye. Essentially, it is the result of the detainee optical input from one eye, followed almost immediately follows the input from the other eye. It confuses the conscious perception leads to the feeling of meeting a situation which should not be.

I do not understand what you both are welcome here. What are you going to treat? At your age, teeth should be left for some time at the dentist, and after a week, you see, they are ready.

No one can be happy all the time.

But he repeatedly said that he spent more of his life waiting for mum than with her, but every second spent looking for her, and then in memories of her, it was worth eternity.

I'm a man of means. Not fat, but not skinny, exercise twice a day, a little running, a little walking, a little swimming. Nothing excessive, nothing insufficient. Don't freak, I'm not addicted. You wouldn't call me outgoing, but shy too, I have both of these qualities manifested depending on my mood and the events around. I never put more effort than required and get pleasure from most things that make. Rarely bored and rarely complain. When I drink, I get drunk, but never turned off and not hung over. I like my job, but I don't love her. I'm pretty, not stunning, not ugly; don't expect too much, because deeply disappointed. Are rarely excited, but completely calm too, but much interests me. I'm normal. Nothing spectacular.

Only love someone who never loved to break the spell.

It will pass, it will pass. Someday, Joyce, it's all over.

But remember, if you do this, a small thin needle won't kill you. But your blood can save someone's life.

Everyone is looking at you. Say something. Something clever.

It's nice to be important but more important to be nice.

We all have our own demons, their own self-destruct button.

Every day I miss her more than the day before.

... I walk down the garden path, cut the corner through the grass, and go out on the road leading away from the house where I grew up.
Only this time I'm not alone.