Author of quotes: Tatyana Ustinova. Page 3

Hope is most enduring, that is in man, is still whispered stubbornly - maybe it will blow over, maybe not, we, after all, is another matter

Yeah I got tired of this novel, no strength!
- Well, then write, right now, with a red line, "All dead." And at the bottom write "the End." Will be conceptual prose.

I beg you tell me in words! I don't know, I don't understand the hints, I still have no idea what you mean.

And even so: if you have something to say, say it now!
No need to wait until tomorrow, until Monday, until the evening before the New year! Go, swift irrevocable precious time.

It was April and the best time of the year. The best time of my life. The beginning of everything.

She wanted to get stronger. For three hundred years, she forgot the hand of Plato, and even forgot how it is when you just hold it under the arm, and you know - he's mine.

- What day of the week?
- Thursday.
Interestingly, I remember or not? About Beaujolais, white tablecloth, twisted candles, pot-bellied glasses and the anticipation of the holiday? About the fact that today is the day of summing up, a last chance to look back and try to fix something..

She wants, ' replied Plato. - She always wants coffee. Now, you know, middle of the night Wake her up and ask if you want coffee, and she POSCO of ocit as pobegi-it!..

It is unclear what is done at this point. Like lightning flashes. It seems that the thunder struck. No, not struck.

Before becoming a cardboard dancer, the Lek all the time feel... alive. A woman of flesh and blood. Of desires and fantasies. Impossible dreams that were possible, as she whispered about them in your ear.

I call you "honey" and you call me "sweetie". What there really flying!..
Actually, here is the inscription "the End."

"Normal" is very boring. Unbearably boring. Boring as hell. Even a boa constrictor.

It's just snow, Peter and the third Thursday of November circled her head.

Did not want to talk. I wanted to be silent, to think and dream about how things will be in the evening. Once every day she dreamed of how things will be in the evening.