Book: I promised you. Page 21

What kind of life is in the search for truth, which some called the meaning of life, others hope? Passive-aggressive with myself and those who are with us, trying to determine the time, looking for a foothold in the day and not finding anything, saying that life is hard, difficult, unbearable. An endless quest, the hopeless anguish, and the main mistake is that we do not see life in its essence is love.

Without you not that in any way, without you there is no need.

I miss you. This is the only explanation for my pull to the past. It does not help any tips and psychotechnics. You can only accept, try to miss you less and less hope of ever learning just remember.

Don't forget: if you really want to be happy, you will become them.

As time passed the issues. You got the right answers. You will love the world and the people in it, despite temporary setbacks. Get up, go. Don't be disappointed. This is the final exam on the strength of a new life.

- Cranberries, did you know that happiness is in the Indonesian language - "bitch"?

Men are drawn to women for solace or salvation. You saved me. Found in you family. Now I will say a banality: a life of two much happier when the desire to understand more important than to be understood; when the desire of pleasing is not fraught with plans to get something in return, even gratitude. When love does not change even for love, but only given away.

Illusion - kites launched into the sky of the future. Sooner or later they will blow in the wind.

Remember how many times, when I had a hard time, you're rushing the words, clutching my arm. Made it clear that you're there. Remember how long we were silent, not due to the fact that there was nothing to say... So fully understand the state of each other, they could not convey them in words.

Headphones get tangled up, not in order to annoy us. Just the left ear loves right. They hug each other. Is love.