Book: I'll be back. Page 2

Complain about a black band, those who do not have the courage to repaint it in white.

A man should worry about the woman. Yes, it is worry and not know.

When you experience the first hopeless love, want to fall, though reason insists that healing is possible only in the summer.

Everyone chooses his color in life. Someone- Sunny yellow, someone- cloudy grey, and some - depressingly black. Each of us is responsible for his choice, and each of us lives in his color-light.

You also never lose hope, even if it is burnt or has lost its taste. Always the knead the dough again and bake what you want.

The love they carry within themselves, not with him.

Men justify cardiac lesions physical victories - one of the indisputable fuckтов.

Books make people happy, be a shelter from reality. Books are the best friends of most women, not diamonds. When we lack love, we are taken for a romance novel. When I want to be forgotten, immersed in a fascinating detective...

Someday we'll get lost in the alleys of time...

May our today escorted us to tomorrow...

Even the most sad says with a smile on her face. The feeling that a smile was the only thing she could not take away the past...

It's simple. Is love.

Love has taught me to look for answers in books, to try on the history of other people's heroines, listen to sentimental music ballads with thought: "God, it's me! That's all about me!" On the question of their own fate should consult your heart. It is wise, knocking from the first second to the last as a skilled radio operator, sends a broadcast an important encrypted message. Why do we trust anyone other than yourself? And on the irrevocable, and the bright hope best of all knows the heart. And only losing a connection with him, we're buds and collecting scars.

Let it go, not letting go of heart.