Book: Tectonics

I was killed, than sorry later. Sincerely repent... but to return the dead to life is impossible. So I know the value of life like no other. Like death... And for a good man nothing terrible in it. She gives peace. Endless peace.

The wife should be meek, humble and patient. She never should argue with her husband and cater to his desires, never demanding from him in return.

Nationality is irrelevant, if people fit together and share a common worldview and values.

Culture determines human behavior, more than his personal qualities. Hard to rebuild itself under the canons of alien life, anyway.

Knowing the language you can understand and people who speak it.

Very few people manage to turn a favorite pastime into a profession. Especially the artist. After all, art can not eat, said the girl's father. And you need to have solid ground under my feet, otherwise this ruthless world will break you in an instant, without even thinking.

Their deeds we are writing its fate. Wrong, grieve, and celebrate their happiness. Often we inadvertently turn out of the way and lost. As much as it may sound, but those horrible things we need. Only they can return us back to the true path, showing the essence of our world.

Every person on Earth has a purpose. If he realized it, God takes this man up to pay tribute. His soul will know Paradise. But if the path is not yet finished, God will protect him from any evil here will point you to him that you saved his life. If not, you'll be powerless to do anything. He will still find his death.

When a person dies, and he learns her past and her future, and sometimes even more if you want... But while the dead certainly know something had to die, they still can't accept the fact that someone else will live with them. It's human nature. Envy, malice, the desire to kill. I have long been convinced that people show their true colors in death more than in life.

Everything in this world has its price, even the most noble impulses and desires.

The truth told in a happy marriage girls blossom.

He belonged to the type of people for whom not even death was an excuse for missed deadlines or failure to comply with orders. "First You must give me two weeks, so I found You a replacement", whether in jest or earnest, as something he said to one officer, who was in the hospital in serious condition.

Even after four years of marriage, Yasmin could not claim that male love in the form in which it always imagine naive girls there. But she knew one thing: what's important is all the romantic trappings, dictated by the world mass culture, was a man's devotion and loyalty. After all the nice words about unearthly love, not backed up by any action or solutions or wish to give a loved one turn into an empty phrase. And silent love is much better than the rumbling on the whole world mere recognition. After all, true love is mute.