Category: beautiful quotes. Page 859

I was a carefree student. Dizzy from spring, from youth, from luck. I do not chase after happiness, and stomped his heel accidentally, how come now these puddles.

Removing from the land the snow, restorative sleeping river, spring freed people from the warm clothing, were scattered under the feet of green carpet, hung everywhere green Drapes and curtains, reduced prices on fresh flowers and dead smiles, with words, and disposed so well, so cleverly and so carefully that they do not appreciate all this impossible.

- And you are gorgeous when you are angry. I will squeeze you tighter still - so - deliberately, to see how you'd be angry. You have no idea how dazzling you were at Twelve Oaks, when enraged, throwing vases.

Maybe I'll please you if I say that your eyes are like two precious vessel, napolenic to the brim with the clearest green moisture, which swim tiny fish and when these fish splashing - as now - on the surface, you become damn seductive?

I could be with you,
I would have to forget everything,
I could love you,
But it's only a game!
The noise of the wind behind
I'll forget your voice
And about the love of the earth,
That we are burned into dust!
And I went crazy...
In my soul there is no more space for you!

I'm free
Like a bird in the sky!
I'm free
I forgot what it means to fear!
I'm free
With the wild wind along!
I'm free
In reality, not a dream!

We should be happy to remember the most beautiful thing we have in life, but it's so hard when you feel the pain... I miss you... I can't get you out of my head, I can't, as much as I forced myself to smile, no matter how pretend happy as I hadn't pretended that I don't think about you...

This is how I've seen it hundreds of times during sleep and dreams, and now she was walking toward me and I grabbed her hands as the life. No, it was larger than life...

- See how beautiful your room is.
- Beautiful because you're here. She will never be the same again... because you were here.

Morning yawned already through the Windows, the leaden rainy winter day.

This guy was one of those
Who just loves life.
Loves holidays and loud laughter,
The dust on the roads and the wind whistling.

And in the living room by candlelight
He danced like a God.
But front of me,
Only remember the noise of the roads.
All that he had, immediately spent,
And, over the threshold of taking a step,
My friend ordered the brothers
Lifting up a fist.

Let's allow ourselves the luxury of quiet.

Oh, if someone figured out a way to keep memories, throw ' em in a bottle like perfume. Ensure that they are never exhausted. Never faded. And when you want, take the plug out and re-experiencing that moment.