Book: Truth

Bored skeptic, to know all the price. No surprises, no theatre with disguises. All flat and one-dimensional: happiness is temporary, death is inevitable. All lying and dying.

When God wants to open before you a new door, it closes the previous one.

There are days when all the good flock together. And sometimes - on the contrary: the blows of fate creep in like wolves from different sides and attack at the same time.

At one - all. The others have nothing. Who's up THERE doing it? Probably, in the heavenly office computer broke down and the signal is not sent.

... injustice pounded in his chest, as the ashes of Klaas in the heart of till Eulenspiegel. Irina pursed lips in order to cope with corrosive feeling. She understood why, in the seventeenth year of the Bolsheviks incited the people to revolution. "Rob the robbers". If now there is a new Lenin and clicked cry, Irina would be in the forefront.

... complete hopelessness and inability to change anything. So, probably, feels a miner under the rubble.

But true love is too calculation. The man takes a strong sense and gives a strong feeling. Equivalent exchange.

Lack of happiness is bad for health. The brain produces the hormone displeasure, and the person gets upset, as the damp piano. And out of tune. Should be a couple. Kit.

Irina knew how brilliantly to save. She could even write a thesis on "the survival of the individual in modern conditions".

Irina drowned his sorrows in love, that love is higher, deeper, as the water level in the reservoir, if there load anything big. And maybe the mountain throws adrenaline into the blood, and happiness breaks down and excretes. And the person is treated with love intuitively. But most of all, happiness and sorrow - the two ends of the same stick. And form a single whole.

To take away a great feeling and make a great feeling is also a talent.

Telling someone they smell bad. A favorite fragrance. The mutual attraction is hidden in the smell.