Book: Hello, sadness. Page 1

- Do you want to talk? he said.
- What? - I asked. - You hate the explanation, I too. They are no good.

But it was so nice to obey their impulses, and then to repent for them...

A shame - a nice feeling to resist it is just as hard as before the music of a military band.

Sorting out memories, afraid to stumble on such, which I've started longing.

Love brought me not only quite palpable physical pleasure; thinking about her, I felt some kind of intellectual pleasure. In the expression "making love" has its own special, purely verbal charm, which alienates him from the point. I was captivated by the combination of material, specific words "to engage" with the poetic abstraction of the word "love".

How captivating it seemed to me suddenly the past two years, fun and hectic two years, from which I so easily were willing to abdicate... have the right to think what you want, to think ill of or do not think, the right to live as you like, to be like you like. Can't say "be yourself" because I only pliable clay, but have the right to reject imposed on you form.

If she wants at any price to be right, let him allow us to be guilty.

We all seek only one thing - like. I still don't know what's behind this hunger for success - an excess of vitality or vague, unconscious need to overcome self-doubt and self-assertion.

She did not smile; she smiled only when she wanted, and out of politeness, like all people, never.

I watched in amazement as the girl whose profession is a little different from the corrupt love, indulged in romantic dreams, was ecstatic from such trifles as a glance or gesture.

Love is the most pleasant, the most real, the most correct thing in the world.

There are phrases which to me breathes the spirit of a refined intelligence, and it captivates me even if I don't fully understand them.

Besides Elsa was a great laugh, contagious, selflessly, as is characteristic of one only narrow-minded people.

For inner peace need an external vanity.