Book: The Notebook

Waves gently lapped on the shore in agreement, the pale light of the rising sun reflected from the water surface. I and the river. Fluid, unstable, changeable. Life itself is like running water. Looking at the river, one can understand very much.

...our longest life is but a collection of many small lives, each of length one day. And every day you have to live in love and beauty, enjoying the flowers and birds, enjoying the poems. The day in conversations, the day you can enjoy the sunset and feel the cool wind, can not be called lost.

...at any age you can experience the passion and tenderness.

Ellie smiled, remembering the childhood when things were much simpler. Or is it only now think so?

At dawn on the river is something special, almost mystical.

A dull axe is more dangerous than acute.

Learn how to properly read aloud, and you will not have problems in any conversation.

The longer the silence, the harder it is to answer.

My body disfigured by disease, I'm not healthy and strong and remind myself forgotten somewhere in a corner after the party the balloon is deflated, flabby, colorless.

Women are crazy about mysterious strangers.

And you want independence. Here you are rushing around, trying to find someone who will fill your inner emptiness. Only that person can only be yourself.

Privacy elevates the soul.

Work honestly. Not work the salary is the same what to steal.

Our lives cannot be judged by its last years...