Author of quotes: Al Quotion. Page 4

How many people in the void... I look at them and see one In each sleeping man, nailed to the under skull masks.

In her eyes - sadness and besplatnosti, in her eyes - throwing and stinging, her eyes sky-high and dull, she's not here, she's not here...

Us tomorrow to answer for every spring, every sigh and a dash for each sorrow from each shoulder.

Forgive me that I did not write the letters. Forgive my anger, forgive poetry.

And his life, the great your gift is not wasted, God. I gave away.

She doesn't know how this freedom is monstrous, she will sing about you.

He would have gone. With all of them. For happiness.
But he's happy here...

He would have gone. With all of them. For happiness.
But he's happy here...

She loves me as a graphic artist, by date, by number of seas and deserts. It creeps my soul to the depths and lip curls in disgust. She loves me, of course, loves. But it is terrible from that love.

You seek happiness. And I want to - meaning.

Don't beg, don't wait, do not ask, my boy, you are still alive. You splashed up to the sky, you flood, you rush.

And even better that so - painful, but a sense of life is in each text.

About people says. He loves people, even when love is not necessary.

Heart aches? Let hurts, so be it.