Book: Veronika decides to die. Page 4

Real love changes over time, to grow, opening new ways of expression.

In my youth it seemed to her that to make a choice too early.
Now, becoming older, she was convinced that any change is too late.

They think that they are normal, because they all act alike.

I want to stay crazy, live the way I want, not as other people want.

... many people about the misfortunes of others speak as if all the forces would be willing to help them, while actually secretly experiencing some Schadenfreude - because on the background of other people's suffering they feel more happy, not deprived of destiny.

People like to look better than they really are...

The most beautiful memories sooner or later turn into the same dull and never-ending farce that is called life where you repeat all the same every day like yesterday.

Nothing in this world happens by chance.

... life is always waiting for the hour when the future depends on your decisive actions.

Stop thinking that you're bothering everyone. If someone doesn't like, he complains. But if it lacks the courage to complain, that's his problem.

- I'm cured?
- No. You are another person who wants to be the same as all. And this, from my point of view, is a dangerous disease.
- It is dangerous to be different?
- No. It is dangerous to try to be the same like everyone else: it causes neuroses, psychoses, paranoia...

... in her life was always plenty of love, participation, but in order to make it all the happiness she lacked only one thing: a little bit of craziness.

People never believe what they are told, they need to just walk themselves.

A man allows himself to be crazy, only when he created the conditions for this.