Book: The talented Mr. Ripley

No, they were not buddies. They barely knew each other. The thought struck Tom like a horrible truth, true for all times, faithful to all the people that knew in the past and who knows in the future. All of them are some no so stood or will stand in front of him, he time and time again and will make sure that never knew and never will know them, and worst of all - he is always for some time be fooled into thinking that knows them, and if between them there is complete harmony and similarity.

He stood in the corner of the terrace, staring at the barely discernible line of the horizon, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing except a faint as in a dream, the feeling of loss and loneliness.

If you want to be cheerful, or melancholic, or wistful, or thoughtful, or courteous, you just have to play, portraying these feelings and the quality.

June. What a beautiful word, what a sweet sound! It smells blissful laziness and sunlight.

He was bound to things. Not all in a row, and favourites, which never parted. Of things give people a sense of self-esteem. They do not need to flaunt, but to love and cherish for their own values.

On the couch was so comfortable. The backrest and arms hugged, as if someone's hands. Perhaps, it was even nicer than human arms.