Category: beautiful quotes. Page 864

It is difficult to find words when you really have something to say.

In this strange, watch the darkening evening, in the fake twilight wide city Park, on a stone slab stuck in the moss, Ganin, for one short hour, love it is sharper still, and loving her as if forever.

Do you know why snow is white? Because he forgot his color...

Sometimes, we understand that man is an angel, only when he turns and walks away. And we look after him and see the back wings...

In winter they used, looking for traces and signs of the summer and found them in the basement or in the evening bonfires on the edge of the pond, turned into a skating rink. Now, in the summer, they were looking for even the slightest sound, though reminders of the forgotten winter.

Hat is like a line of women's hips.
(Hat - like line of the thigh of a young girl.)

I don't need cheering - I need love.

Love can be hold in open hand, but not in a clenched fist.

Je suis heureux que tu sois la...
(I'm happy that you're there...)

When he asked her why she was crying, she bit her lip and said "happy women it happens sometimes."

Lies - she's a little prettier than you, she's a little luckier than you, she will die just before you.

If you take a book, a strange thing happens: the book begins collecting your memories. One has only to open it later, and you're immediately transported there, where he read these pages. I skimmed the first words - and come to life in front of you are familiar with the paintings, you feel the smells, the taste of ice cream, which was eating while reading... Trust me, books are magical, because nothing holds memories like their page.

I close my eyes in order to see.

Listen!
After all, if stars lit -
So is someone who needs it?
So it is necessary,
So every night
Over the roofs
Lit up though one star?!