Category: sad quotes. Page 1117

When he left Natalia, the most he could not accept the fact that the next day life continued as usual. As if nothing had happened. Then, too, the world has not stopped. Even for a brief moment. God again did not notice anything...

If love lasted too long, people would die from exhaustion, arrhythmia or tachycardia, hunger or insomnia. But those who accidentally died, at best ended life in a madhouse.

The past is a lie, for memory there are no roads back, each passing spring is irrevocable, and the crazy and persistent love is just a transitory feeling.
(The past is a lie, that memory has no way back that all the old spring is gone forever and that the most reckless and stubborn love is only a transitory truth.)

Do you know that you still did not told me about my body? But we speak for more than three minutes.

Suddenly so silently has become in my world without you.

Then at special courses I studied sign language. The whole year seemed to me endless. I remember once I went to her, and after dinner we were alone in the room. I stood in front of her. The index fingers of both hands twice under the collarbone. Then the same fingers twice in the direction of the interlocutor. She burst into tears. Fell in front of me on my knees and cried. Twice under the collarbone. Two times in the direction of the source. It's so simple. "I love you". Twice under the collarbone...

My whole life is nothing. A complete zero. Emptiness. What I have done over all this time? Nothing is created. Made someone happy? Did not. What is my soul? Nothing. No family, no friends, no doors from the house. No erection. Neither seem to work today.

... Visit
The grave of a friend, to throw an ugly scene,
Count love, of which grew
Not good, but Twitter, who can not cry the bird
As if no one's exactly dying
And gossip were never true,
unthinkable...

Time wearily and stood up...
And nothing became.

... she will buy in a flower shop forget-me-not, a single forget-me-not, fragile stalk with miniature blue crown will come out with her on the street and will keep in front of him, frantically glaring at her with his eyes to see only that single beautiful blue point, to see it as the last thing she wants to write for yourself and your eyes from a world that has ceased to love...

The worst way to miss person is to be with him and understand that he will never be yours.

Of all the brief eternal period of love.

Everything passes and everything is for sale. Man is a commodity like everything else, and each of us has an expiration date.

Everything goes - love, art, planet Earth, you, me. I especially...