Book: The secret life of plants

The essence of love is one, but different manifestations. Have a hundred people a hundred ways to love. Therefore, there is no love ordinary.

There comes a moment when we realize that what we were looking for in a forest thicket, located in the depths of our own souls.

...to understand others, even without understanding the meaning of stated words. It does not matter what man says.

No observer impartiality, than the lens of the camera, no narrator is more eloquent than a photograph.

In most cases our senses affect not other people's stories, and what we see with our eyes.

...movement of the human soul is not always arouse sympathy in others.

How to treat a person, so he lives.

...not easy to find the right person, your soul mate. So not much in the world happy...

The world in which we live is the fruit of our conscience, and man cannot transgress the laws, reigning in his own soul.

To talk about intimate before, even if it is just an episode, not much easier than to tell the story of a lifetime. After all, the part that is hidden from prying eyes, is usually more important than the rest.

...there is a Cup that you want, don't want, and have to drink to the bottom, and this Cup is their own life and destiny.

There is nothing worse [in the family] than indifference, communicating only when necessary and complete ignorance about the Affairs of each other.

Her legs wrapped around his body, his legs around her. Her body lay on his body, her face - his face, her Breasts on his chest, her legs - on his legs, her hands on his arms, her lips on his lips. Their bodies merged in harmony and become one. Their bodies merged and became the trunk of the tree. If only now they have found one perfect body - free, beautiful and sacred.

...in reality things aren't so beautiful and perfect in our thoughts and aspirations that the sky is clear, sometimes frowning, but after the rain comes the sun and it's life.