Book: Tales for troubled

The house will appear when you're ready. Don't worry about the money. Don't worry about the age - curl ribbon. Who seeks the way, he finds it.

Good luck caresses those who love the business.

Fate, when it needs to close the circle, especially ugly.

The seeker decided though to go to the dream, since the body doesn't budge.

Everyone weaves their lives. Day - node. Thread otmetili not tangle, and from the heart, and enjoy.

Everyone weaves their lives. Day - node. Thread otmetili not tangle, and from the heart, and enjoy.

Everyone weaves their lives. Day - node. Thread otmetili not tangle, and from the heart, and enjoy.

All the sad find happiness in the desert. There are not think: why live? Think of it: how to survive? Do not talk to anyone. Speak with yourself and with God. In response you hear one voice - go figure who's talking.

Women should have their walls and their business. If you can't get away from someone bad and to buy food - you're trapped.

Women should have their walls and their business. If you can't get away from someone bad and to buy food - you're trapped.

If you want to be treated like a Queen, you must have your Kingdom.

Not to have just because you say that the time has come, if you must. Listen to the heart, acute the mirror to keep in your pocket. Black people do not live and not let others. And you may live. And just as you want yourself.

Not to have just because you say that the time has come, if you must. Listen to the heart, acute the mirror to keep in your pocket. Black people do not live and not let others. And you may live. And just as you want yourself.

And I thought: I'm the mother of his eight - and unhappy. Under her wing and hundreds of others - and she sparkles. What is it, then? And how then? Since I live here, where the height meets the sea? Or where the ground is smooth, like a freshly ironed shirt?