Book: Aventurine

- Don't worry, - he meets people-no separations, and death's door. We are all the same soul on this earth, only to change the look. You'll find someone you've lost, if not now, then later.

Chocolate with chili is the best drink when from boredom and cold heart.

So he could write at home, I rolled him right scandals: in the city, you know, a little inspiring. Blackmailed him that they'll go elsewhere - he drank water from the source of his broken heart, painting was a shrill, sold well. The main thing in the work - sense.

No one will encompass the stones that nameless plot of land. Better: let the boxes lie those who lived quietly, and bones such as it is, growing trees, singing fruit.

The morning sun warmed the floor boards and crept to the curtains on the bedroom door. Old fashioned biscuits, laid out pieces of dough to the fat from the pan, and his hands were covered with goosebumps at the thought that sooner or later, Vincent must return to pick up Adele, rich man to take her away from here. Gonzalo was alone, and his loneliness was much worse than before.
"Why worry about it now? And when things happen..." - the old man looked out the window to the lighthouse tower and quietly purred favorite song in Papiamento.

Magdalena Roy called our auction house at the next after the funeral day. Then her voice seemed like a voice shattered with grief daughter. But now I realized that Magdalena Rua have split much earlier. She, pale, tortured daylight, reclining in the chair. Sometimes pulled by hand, scratching the face, licking dry lips. "Some of the money given to the punishment," I remembered the phrase from the book of her father.

Life is an obstacle race, ' he said to me, barely sat down opposite him. - The most challenging test coming over to us from parents. If they were not able to unravel the tangle, then fate throws his children.

Haven't been listening to the yellow river, bumping into rocks and snags, rushing to give himself to the South.

I knew before: home of the moir, the three sisters who weave the destinies of men, is the one that is responsible for the case.

If not they would not remain one Vietnamese. We owe them. Even the rain can return at the drop. This was our drop.

So just wait till the storm passes, and all will see. If the tent is not to raise - begin to throw stones. If the house remained in place, take the broom and swept the sand from the crevices. So your marriage is a temple of Herodotus, Petra and Palmyra, and more than anything do not need to worry.

Birds in the forest clearing his throat, unfolded the lilies, gulls hovered on the wet boards of the pier. Gabrielle remembered the words of the boatman: "Some must die sooner. Do you know how many half-dead I drive from one coast to the other every day?"

Lie on a Mat, close my eyes, grateful for the rain over the rice field, across the roof, per day, for the way he had lived, for my life. Thank you.

Feel. Forgot what it is. One walks, wine, daytime meetings in hotels. With another boring Breakfast, boring dinners, shared a bed, dog, electricity bills. Just no more light.