Author of quotes: Tracmor Hess

I'm not afraid of demons hidden inside people, because I believe in the divine nature of man.

I do not own diplomacy and education, because both are tainted with lies. I'm attracted to extremes.

Collect dargintsev.
I don't take the salvation of their souls, because the freedom of the will of others is sacred to me.

- I'm not sorry, and he sat on the floor Potter. - I love you.

- I love you! - I exhaled.
- Yes, I was a little in love with you, - she said softly. - Two years ago. You can assume that it was a confession...
- Can't be... - I muttered. - You, YOU?
- Yes, almost...
- And now what? I was astonished, knowing that her words plunged me into the hell of missed opportunities.

I could be wrong but I imposed her role, quite unlike her, I was trapped by his own pride, I almost feel bad. However, I never would have traded two years of madness, five years of happy marriage. Dear to me was molten lead, the cardiac fever, and trembling in my lap, I love the Lord was in heaven when I saw a lock of Golden... As you can see, I still could be a decent poet if I longer will sit in his estate, Instead of chasing ghosts and write vulgar letters...

The one who loves, is not wrong place and time...

When I contemplated but not seen it and therefore not constrained by the need to do boring face, in my veins flowed with molten lead. When I talked to her, all my strength left for that, so she doesn't know what's happening with me, so I didn't seek her conversation, is false from beginning to end. Her flirtatious looks and innuendos directed at my person, was shaped arrows of Artemis, deadly, razadyne without a miss. I knew somewhere in the deepest sense that there will come one moment, devoid of all ambiguity - the moment of truth, the moment when it touches the lips on my face... I had dreaded this moment, because was willing to die for him. For him or in him.

See, I belong to the unhappy breed of people who love seriously.

Touch sweetheart and paw Mademoiselle - disparate things as aged cognac and vodka. Of course, there are moments when the booze to do life, but of sound mind and memory should be preferred to the aged cognac.

- Well... - said the Fizz and drummed his fingers on the empty bottles - you see, it's not that, but the very nature of love. As I understand it, the whole cabin chatter had nothing to do with no bearing... I was in love with Mireille, as like the heroes of vulgar chivalry. She made me light. I prayed for her, the sister of Phoebus, the Archer, what, laughing, shooting at men. Her big heart helped this situation. I wasn't looking for her because he absolutely convinced that this product is pretty cheap... Damn pride did not want to accept the fact that I am for her, the tenth infantry in the sixth row. I assumed she has at least a hundred husbands and casual lovers, but I will leave in her heart an indelible mark... I fought for an invisible region, a region of high voltage. Yes, my friend, I dug his own pit, and didn't take long for her to fall. However, then I thought I ascended to heaven in his unrequited feelings. I believed, fool that the strength of my love cannot remain in the shadows, that it by its very insanity will attract her, move her soul, make her truly mine. I'm the one she loves truly, with all your soul, with all my heart, I wanted to impress her imagination. Sometimes it seemed to me that I have achieved in this field some success, and then I have been blindly happy. I had no evidence and interpret events as I please...

How wonderful it is to talk about the Greek gods and the absence of the gods now that your knee wrapped around a lady's leg! Well to find dryads in the night parks. The reward was always palpable... And then the war broke out, Bang Bang, goodbye, sweetheart, we are waiting for the siege of Troy...

All is vanity, my dear friend, ' he said. - The old rags. In the soul of the writers there is nothing but old rags. It was carried by the ancient...
- What do you do really?
- Lay the rags on the shelves... Very disciplinarum.

- I think you are here missing.
- Far, far from it... I am, as you can guess, had a penchant for writing. But writing stuck silence.