Book: Three days

I don't know a single person whose life would have turned out the way he wanted.

Just think of it like slipping from the memory of life! He tried to remember his childhood, school, your first marriage. My head is up the individual picture, some events, moods. He might say to yourself: here's how it looked then, that's what happened, here's what I then felt. But it all existed as a film, apart from him, and he felt cheated.

The conversation proved more difficult than she expected. Wow, how much effort it takes to do someone else's misunderstanding!

... mother sometimes ruining their sons that lay on them too much hope.

To the sound of rain outside the open window was added to the sound of falling jets. They're asleep in the house out of the rain.

How are we defenseless in the sleepless nights! Given the power of stupid thoughts that our waking mind would have coped in the two accounts, the power of hopeless despondency, from which in the daytime you spessa small achievements like washed clothes, successfully parked cars...

Want to know what's worse? That life is out there somewhere. What you cut and rotting, and the longer you wait, when it starts, the less it will cost.

She has put all that belonged to her own life, to make room for him. However, he took in her mind a strong place; it hours had went by that she did not ask herself what he's doing now, how it feels in this moment. And the date for him for her all but him had ceased to exist. Now, when his life ceased to mark time and again began to move, her attention he will be even more necessary.

When the truth is too painful for us when we are not accomplish to cope with it, we come up with an excuse and live with this lie, so the lie in the bark of a living person, we need to see the truth expressed in her suffering and with respect to him.

The youth remains in our soul, we can return to it again and see yourself young, however she has in the past.

The system may not sit, hiding from the revolution for false statements. She's vulnerable, she can disarm and win.

A lot whether there would be such who would dare to withdraw from society or try to change it, if alternatively not there was a possibility of armed struggle?

I can understand when someone is afraid of fighting and standing off to the side. But when you pretend there is no war, and there, I don't have words.

I think all life is good, until you live it, without being distracted by thoughts about something else.