Author of quotes: Catherine Ivanova

Set point. And creaked frosty pattern on glass, crawling, clinging to each other's thoughts - snake... Rustle... Entwine... Sting... And... Heal.
Poison can be used for medical purposes. It is good to be numb.
It's the truth.
It does not hurt. It does not hurt. Empty.
It's always the morning after the storm.
Finally he let go. It is possible to breathe.

There are no drafts in the lives of parents. All at once copy. She took a breath, saw the light at the end of the tunnel and instinctively the first movement - to press to your heart someone took him under. Don't need to be the perfect mother. You have to be real. And alive. In every moment of this kid's life.

Any grown up child will always be issues to parents. But every person on earth the best parents from those the best what could be.

The parent word is imprinted in the soul of the child tightly. The name that parents give to a child is what defines his life. Don't be fooled by the fact that, writing in the birth certificate with a loud and sonorous name of your child, you certainly give him the ticket to a successful tomorrow.

Crying can only a strong people. Very strong people.

Those who threw out their garbage, vanished from my life. Not themselves, of course. Acceleration I gave them. Not without it.
New characters do not occur.
Just clearly understand that there is no chance.
You know, like with the Gypsies, who crowd you go, and you feel on the inside so that they gave way, tripping over your eyes.
There are still those who makes timid attempts to live at my expense, but immediately get hit in the head with a resounding flick.

Believe me, only then have the strength and ability to truly live, to help those who truly need it when your personal life does not become parasites.

Everywhere I hear: "Awful leap year..."
From childhood we are able to blame someone to blame for what happens to us.
The year is not in the business.
We live so that's up there already and don't know what else we need to show that it...
Got what? But to each his own.

Now I come to the people with their grief. I know why. For this my Life-and taught. Lessons not come free. Learned, learned - share.

We each have our own road to the Temple. To run on it is impossible. But to crawl it is... the Man himself will decide when and how. Do not disturb, do not push and do not judge.

I love the fall! Love this flourishing nature, shrouded in wisdom and the knowledge of the immutability of the flow of life. All the time.
The fall comes winter.
40 life is just beginning.
Yes. October is people over 40. He understands a lot about how spinning all the gears of Life, aware of the transience of time and appreciate every moment so much so that it paints the most vivid colors, which are only capable soul. Tomorrow can break out of the frost may descend an icy wind that will make you part with that for so long covered the defenseless in its nakedness the essence. What's inside will be visible to all. And any attempt to hide, paint over, paint will not help to fix the pattern of Life that she inflicts on the human body, starting from the first cry of a newborn. The mirror of Life - the human eye. They reflected everything, like bottomless pools of October.
In your Life now spring? Everything blooms, filled with light and laughter, so dear to the sun so much that they seem unimportant, one picked flower, one broken heart, one little betrayal? Autumn comes to us all. It is inevitable and therefore merciless. She royally majestic and peaceful. She knows that after her there will come a time of peace and quiet. A time when there will only summarize. Time to complete the circle of Life.
Autumn loves to give gifts to those who live with her in one breath. Take a look around. See and hear.

I dream weave thread,
I weave from the threads of the fabric,
Tissue dense, linen,
To wrap up winter in the summer
To comprehend your desires,
Thoughts, feelings, sensations...
On your shoulder comfortably
Sleep.
And dream to waking.
Only you come back soon.
I miss you. I need you.

To forget, to forget, to erase.
To fight, to scream, to want.
To leave, to choke, to fall.
To rise, to fly, and the abyss...
Abyss - forever to go.
To fall into the abyss to save
Yourself.
Let on the bottom.
I will stand back up.
In a new day.

Time to blossom, to be who you really are, show the world your beauty, preserving the internal contents, to give the bees the opportunity to gather pollen, smelling and filling the air with its fragrance. To live a life! At the time, to fade, replaced by other colors, and saving your shoots for the next flowering. So can only live the one rose, that cares who loves her gardener.