Book: Mockingbird. Page 2

... you're still connected social framework. Do not argue, many of them quite good, but some are very disturbing to look beyond the horizon. You know these not-too-smart options - "but if I do, that I am going to think?" Who cares if they, the Mockingbird?

Everyone is afraid to die. Even those who are already dead. Any sentient being should love and appreciate your life, otherwise it ceases to be reasonable.

Amenities grows and the world deteriorates.

Eclecticism reigns in the frame of mind. People forget the past, abandon him without mercy, without any mind and waiting for the arrival of a new, Golden age. The age of discovery. Waiting for the triumph of science, not seeing that it's only getting worse. Air and water are dirtier, tougher war, prices are higher, life is worse. Take the same little people - with the beginning of the era of progress, they die by the thousands. They are hard to adapt to such rapid changes in the world. Like many others, by the way.

Emptiness can never replace the target...

We are always hasty in its decisions and too often regret it, trying to fix what to fix for a long time already should not be.

No one can be happy without illusions. They are necessary for our happiness no less than the reality.

- You care about this beauty? - casually asked Bess.
- I don't know, sincerely I replied.
- You men solid walking contradiction.... Never know what you want in a woman. Here in our world so many problems......... Could never understand how can you not know about your own feelings. If you love something, love, hate - hate.

- Do you have a strategic plan of action, my boy?
Yes. Is called improvisation.

Excessive passion brings two people no glory, no satisfaction, no happiness. After all, it is not as versatile as love. Passion is something different, sometimes more powerful, more wild, primitive and at the same time bright. At times it makes the blood boil and gets worse than the bubbles of pink champagne evila. The only problem is that when this feeling someone from the two passes, the skin is just salt, sand, ash, Yes.

Each of us passes through the bridges of life, burning them and taking in the smell of smoke and the bitterness of tears.

Doubt and uncertainty - bad companions in life. They make you push in one place, and then regret the missed opportunities.

Each loss remains a loss, no matter how much it was before.

Humility for the faint of heart.