Book: Tales of the old Vilnius II. Page 2

Friendship is not a one day.

The only thing that needs any book, is an attentive and interested readers. Ideally, as much as possible, but even one is far better than none at all.

Any sign of coming true, having met the man, ready to believe in it.

When for the first time, decided to finally tear off your ass off the couch, shouldn't immediately admit to myself that it's forever. And then collapse with fright ago, and Hello.

At some stage fall inevitably comes the moment when the smell of the air suddenly takes on the properties of light. It becomes glaring. Bright, all-pervading, sonorous, as the meaning of it all. He is meaning.

"You are my home" - the perfect formula for love.

To be born is to buy a ticket. And then - as it will.

From vitamins hateful chubby face will not become an angel's face, stupid no sense in the Bank will not increase a dime, and even fall in love - deep, backhand, inadvertently, but mutually it will not work, alas.

Brave is not he who knows no fear, and those who are able to act despite the fear.

You are immortal, yet not afraid. Dance is one of the shortest paths to immortality, because to dance and be afraid simultaneously.

Fools are no depressions, this is the thing.

Housing without flaws does not exist, man is by nature imperfect, and all the works of his hands too.

Childhood really ends when first faced with insurmountable circumstances.

The Internet is such a beautiful place, where there is everything except what you currently desperately need.