Book: Of notebooks. Page 5

Wandering for you, I've worn out my soul.

Face wrinkled as though someone slept on it.

You appear everywhere, as if strolling in a few instances.

I'm not an angel I have no wings and there is a limit to patience.

Life is short, and the less we are together, the more you will miss happiness.

Life is beautiful and amazing, ' said the poet... and shot himself.

No, I was not only sad, she came and brought with them the anxiety, anxiety, jealousy, etc.

He was proud and out of fear that it will not say Hello, did not greet himself.

If you are going somebody to love, learn first to forgive.

Old friends who can compromise.

What is actually happiness? For some peace of mind, for others - material well-being. Third both are inseparable. For a young man with imagination and emotions is to live in a noisy city where there is a courtyard and house - evening pressed - out girlfriend.

Let us not quarrel - let them envy us.

I love her, she feels sympathy for me.