Book: ...there are no memories without you. Page 9

In each of our lives there are people that can win us a grey umbrella and unavailable links. However, sometimes we are not striving for liberation; used, crouched, to sit in the corner - in the rhythm of everyday life, in the sudden became almost a virtue alertness. He was able to pull me out. That is probably my biggest and only luck...

We need to get involved is not a fairytale, but a beautiful reality.

Love is first of all the light. And then - everything else. It is impossible to live in a room without light. It can only exist - in the daytime. Long exist - for weeks, months, years. To meet in the afternoon with some cases, and in the evenings - to do fantasies, to sell off days in self-deception until you secure it to the wall, hated the loneliness.
We live in search of light. We are born for the sake of the world. And do not about what love is not light. Without love is dark, even with the most powerful lamps...

... and I felt so good that I looked up through three floors above us and thanked someone who lives in the matchless space alone where the backwater of the clouds.

Spoke little, more felt, added to the silence touches. There is nothing more eloquent than the silent touch.

I'm trying to catch time, to stop it, squeeze in the arms, but all in vain. It flies away, carried away. Boastful smiles from a height, proud of his superiority. And I understand that time is essentially the same as irresistible as love.

Don't know what will happen next, but I know what I want. I go forward, but I don't have any direction or charged batteries in the head some questions, but her eyes were tireless Arabian horse. And I need to get any price invitation to the celebration of life.

It's time to learn how to live life. Time fantasy albums-colorings are left behind...

... and I feel so good that even the end of the world seems like a more fixable.

... heart can be empty but not dead, and I lost my little love, have gained the whole world, and he will live for me, and I'll fade it, I love it all, with its dirt, the lies, the games, with all his men, strangers to me, strangers, as miserable, happy and confused as I am!