Book: Anita Blake. Page 1

Of a broken heart don't die, it just seems that die. From personal experience I knew we had to keep moving, to act as if heart does not bleed and then die, and eventually even cease to want it.

There was a problem with love: it made you weak. It forced you to use your favorite. She turned the idea that they will not, in your worst nightmares.

Anyone who asks "do You trust me?" or "You don't believe me?", unreliable.

If your only tool is a hammer, all problems you have with nails. If all your tools - only a temptation and a terror, and you're trying to be affectionate... well, you know.

Their friends are harder to impress the intimidating look. They know you will not hurt them for real.

Something you can choose heart, something- head, but if in doubt, give the preference to the head before the heart. Will remain alive.

There comes a time when either accept yourself as you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable until the end of his days. And without having others try to make you miserable, it is not necessary to help them.

The man calms down not because of the fact that you will find the right woman. And because it Matures. What would the woman met him at a time when it will be ready, with that he will settle on the ground. And it is not necessarily the best or most beautiful one, just the one that was at the right moment at hand. Unromantic? But it's true.

If you love someone, you don't need to always be obscene or witty, sometimes you can just be yourself, and it is said at the right moment "OK" is sladkoslivochnoe any poetry and can mean more than anything bed words.

Everyone has their own idea about themselves, and when something happens that violates this view, you mourn your former self. What you thought you were.

If you behave like an idiot with someone you love, just admit it, and passed, to never return.

Here's the information, here's your choices, now be a big girl and take your pick.

The trouble is that I'm no Prince and no Princess. I'm just me, and I have no armor, the more shinning. I'm not even in fairy tales.

Whatever illusions of power took solace in dominant and subordinate it determines how far they can go and where to stop.