Category: sad quotes. Page 1117

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...

I just want to die with a little dignity.
It's not possible. Our bodies break down, sometimes when we are 90, sometimes before birth, and this always happens and no dignity. I don't care if you can walk, see, wipe your own ass. The disease is always disgusting! Always! You can live with dignity, but you can't die.

Scary when you're inside the eighteen, when admire the beauty of music, poetry, painting, and you have time, you don't have time, and you just're going to live!

On the vest 4 pockets - all empty hopes.