Book: I promised you. Page 1

Children's feelings are always funny, if they fall into the hands of another.

Loneliness laughs at those who are hiding from him in illusions.

... thoughts, the great traitors...

Our halves is the fruit of our efforts.

How would you a man or not, sometimes your anti-armor is covered with rust.

If you wonder about something, so alive.

Soon they will become like me, I become like those already living in the house. Survive. I'm still floundering.

When all seems hopeless and better never will, go to sleep, morning always facilitates.

You girls who desire to lose weight and baking cakes occur simultaneously.

- Dot - it's approaching end?
- No, son.
But it a large proportion of doubts...
- Uncertainty. But even in the most vague of uncertainty there is hope. I am not a great optimist, but I believe that people are stronger than circumstances.

Once I liked her, now hate. Such quiet hatred, when they want to hurt even at a distance.

You too Frank, so badly burned.

Heart matter wears out from the constant attempts to live differently. The mind is aware of the need, but pure space anymore. A sheet of paper without seeing the full text, turned into a draft.

I wonder why people mourn when they die, but children do not mourn when they grow up. Because of this lovely child will not be when he grows up.