Book: White apples

Maybe tears - the inevitable companion of true love? A cry not only from grief, but from joy.

Death although stupid, but very annoying.

Only once in my own bed, we are left alone with our secrets and those inner voices that are invariably wishing us good night and good morning.

All your life you move pieces up and down, right and left, trying to correct the overall appearance of the picture. And sometimes it fails, everything looks perfect. But only for a short time. Get older, things change, and here comes the time again to correct the drawing.

If something that we hold dear is damaged, we can't look away from the cracks or dents. The first deep scratch on the new car, the first obvious lie new lover, hole in the mosaic panels in place of tiles. We always knew it was inevitable, but secretly believed that I would be able to avoid such a misfortune, to Dodge, to cheat fate. Sometimes the impact fails to mitigate, but whatever had been ravaged thing, an attitude, a feeling - it will never be the same. Never.

Know that remains a mystery to me? Love. Once I start slowly to understand it, as something suddenly is happening, things are changing, and I'm confused again.

Love, sadly, is one of the most powerful leverage, with which you can manage many, she seizes the human soul with the same ease as the thought of imminent death, and equally confused by this soul.

And the past is, unfortunately, a constant. It was what it is. Forever.

And love of man is not alone. Love eliminates loneliness. ... When two people love each other, loneliness ceases to exist.