Book: Veronika decides to die

Oh, this earthly pain, she is unique - her with anything not confuse.

... suicide is your own business, to other you do not.

I'm afraid of what I feel, because love had already ruined me.

He didn't want to hear any more about love: all that he was fed up.

The day was heavy, but he lived was not in vain.

People do not understand what happiness is.

She hated given her mother love, it is because such love is selfless, it's stupid, it is contrary to the natural order of things. This love, demanding nothing in return, filled the girl sense of guilt and the need to justify its Veronica hope, even if it would mean the rejection of all what she dreamed for herself.

Stay insane, but behave like normal people. Risk to be different, but learn to do it without drawing attention to yourself.

In fact, in all our troubles, we blame ourselves. Many people have gone through the same difficulties that we do, but they reacted differently. We were looking for the most simple: a different reality.

They spent days, nights, weeks, and years talking, never accepting the only truth behind any idea good or bad, but it is real only then, when they are trying to enforce.

Everyone thinks we are a happy couple, unaware that here, as everywhere, with the semblance of happiness lurks the same bitterness and melancholy, all too hopeless loneliness.

Diplomacy is the art of postponing the decision until then, until the problem will disappear by itself.

It's human nature. Most of their own emotions of man replaces the fear.

That's the only reason I was born. To get you back on the path that you're gone. Don't let me feel that my life was useless.