Book: Sulli

All of your [relatives] in you, all of your [relatives] - forever with you.

That is, in addition to fragrances-flavors-colors that, cherishing, give us the mother of the progenitor?
Only a lullaby.
In the beginning was the word, and the word that we sang.

- Maybe it was different, but I remembered.
- I don't want his brother to ask? He's older, probably remembers how it all really happened.
- Do not want. Let it be as I remembered. My past my memories. His past - his memories.

Women may be more difficult given the science of driving. But if we attain it - it is forever. Us any gingerbread from the steering wheel not to drag, because the led is not just happiness. It is a state of mind.

Female solidarity is a powerful force!

There are women, like a stranger, and at first glance the impression that you know her for a long time, and all the ins and outs of her life-being with scaly skin on the palms, allergic to antibiotics and exhausting bouts of migraines is not for you no mystery.

Ask only about what people fun to talk to.

All these crises of middle age - nothing like panic attacks. And they occur not because you're getting older. But because you start to realize your mortality. A midlife crisis is the rebellion of man against finiteness. A rebellious person often rides with his head out in the fictional, surreal worlds.

No torture worse than being alone.

A man can have no torture worse than contempt for their own child.

Have Sep amazing ability to fall in love gradually. While you are experiencing a care of summer while getting used to the idea that a long, cold, September, decorates the trees in autumn gray, muted and shaded light, but brightens colors: cadmium orange and lemon, light ochre and Golden, burnt Sienna - krepuskul, sparing, on the edge of a birch leaf. Barely emerging from a state of despondency - the summer is gone, gone summer! - you find yourself in the comforting embrace of September. Well as you exhale, returning again to himself. "Back volatilise words," prostorechi September. Asks says.

A man cut off from nature, hardens the soul.

... who pitiful, and welcome.

Love is the most helpless of all feelings, because it is not able to stand up for themselves.