Author of quotes: Lars Lindberg Christensen Sabi

There is nothing in the world is perfect, everything is always flawed, in happiness, joy, beauty certainly lies or trick, or something for perfect completeness is not enough, and a useless one comprehensive idea about the impossibility of perfection.

Sometimes I even thought that it would be good we all really numb, contracted aphasia, just typed so many things that still not worth talking about.

Tragedy adds nobility to you, sorrow ennobles, and that's a shame corrodes and degrades, it taints your blood, kills the look and flexes the back.

The lamp on the ceiling was broken, but Fred had seen to that. He had a flashlight, which he took in his mouth to wear and Shine at the same time. I would, of course, light never thought. But I am not home after midnight with a coffin on a sled.

How to survive when your mom's unhappy and all she care? She's mad at us, it's clear, though, what did we do?

She laughed, the laugh was aged in whiskey tarred and sanded with sandpaper.

... but this was the first time, and that can compare with the first time? Nothing. Everything else is just repetition, variation, plagiarism. All that then have continued. Shadow. And for the first time - it's authenticity. First time real for real. You gradually tighten right in, suddenly it turns out that this is a fragment of your life, you put your finger on that moment and feel like time is beating, and at the same time realize that it is leaking, pulsing moment spreads in the shifting channel of the runout.

Laughter has no effect on individuals. Laughter - collective insanity.

He didn't want to hurt me. I know. But I will tell you. Those who do not want to hurt me, are best at it.

Boletta held her back:
- You were baptized. I saw.
Great withdrew his hand:
- Sign of the cross, and what? The old witch makes the sign of the cross! Is it so important?
The old woman crossed herself again.
- Conversations we have are not. But occasionally I there, and give him a sign with his hand. So he doesn't feel lonely.

Pity - just kind of contempt.

The woman can be understood at two percent, but this little one must assume life.

Life consisted not only of ballroom medlennyh tuxedos and waltzes. In life, the more you have to wait for those who will never return.

Where to put a tent there and the center of the world.