Book: ...there are no memories without you. Page 3

Just think about it, it becomes easier. The composition of love - moments of exception, the sadness of light shades. And as if humanity tried to change to complement its content, sooner or later, love will degenerate again into loneliness, which, incidentally, divides our life into periods of waiting for the happiest holiday of the holidays. Love...

I want to learn to look at time without comparing; to move forward without looking back; to appreciate what is, in its identity; just live in the present, most believing that sometimes miracles happen; to stop thinking about the pitfalls and the consequences; to stop being afraid; but most importantly: do not compare.

There is no need to Express all the love - something you can hold in yourself, to cherish, to Express not words. Better actions, touches, caresses, kisses. One passionate kiss can say more than any words. One gentle touch sometimes proves the unprovable. One hot weasel sometimes explains the unexplainable. Love is multifaceted. It is at everyone. A stranger may seem strange, but to its owner it remains the most charming. In love there are no theorems, equations, problems, love does not need to be taught. Just feel inside. Somewhere in the region of the heart...

You can change everything. Important - to be able to spit on the routine of endless problems, to promise yourself dream. Promises to yourself, as a rule, most emphatically - because lying to yourself is not desirable. Especially when you're often lying around...

If you're not physically nearby, then mentally always with me. Our thoughts - our salvation...

Ailments natural when love hurts separation. Miss... don't want to see anyone, hear but you....

I yelled that I loved. In other cases, we women too often remain silent, overflowing with feelings - in order not to spill...

With him finally found myself. Managed to love the episodes where there's not just us together, but we are individually. And we don't need miracles. All the miracles in the ordinary days...

Happiness is relative. When there is nothing to compare - this is also a problem...

The past cannot spoil a real person who has learned to be free.

Pay for a smile tears, the joy - sadness for the faith - despair, love - loneliness... life has its own rates.

Only absolute confidence in the moment and complete lack of plans for the day after tomorrow.

Pillow faithfully share our sadness, without demanding anything in return.

The lack of naivety - understanding that in today's reality, bought and sold a lot.