Book: Cyanide

If the word no for a man is an empty phrase, then this is more a reason to run away from him than to fall into his arms.

Probably, autumn is a permanent state of my soul. Time to stop, look back, burn bridges, build new ones. Let go of what worries you. Heal what hurts. Forget everything that should be forgotten. Or at least try.

I imagined him going out onto the balcony and lighting his first cigarette in six months. He quit smoking, but bad habits never completely go away, they just lie in wait for us where we fall.

Sex is not a self-service canteen where everyone worries about how and with what to satiate themselves. Ideally, this is a restaurant where you get full service, and if the food does not cause appetite, then the problem is not with you, but with the skills of the chef.

Violence may not solve the problem. But violence against rapists restores balance to karmic scales.

We all need such a person in our lives. The one who digs us out from under the rubble, heals the wounds, wraps us in a blanket of his love and shows the other side of life: the bright one. We all need a person-support, a person-warmth, a person-hope. And if God sends us such, then the first thing to do is to hold on to him. And the second: thank you.

People glorify love as if it were some absolute blessing, a 100% recipe for happiness, a golden ingot. But love can be dangerous, toxic, and destructive if there is no kindness in it.