Author of quotes: Alexandrina Bobrakov. Page 2

Could only silently accept the cruel conclusion: in war there is nothing noble.

The truth in any case show his face, but if he's not ready to look her in the eye now and in the future. The difference is that with time things will only get worse and what can make stronger, tomorrow will certainly kill you.

To defeat evil, we have to become evil.

He locked himself so deep into myself that I didn't know how to go back there.

She spent too much time and effort to the war with his weakness, so it was impossible to lose.

He would give his heart to return her soul.

I remember a year ago walking down the street and threw a challenge to society, morals, around the world. It is now the desire was gone - I just want peace of mind. I guess this is called growing up.

If the person died, it does not mean that love for him died, too.

Don't say you can't love. This is not so. It is better to say that you are afraid to love.

Love changes people, but not always for the better.

Bite, cut, poke knives,
I can endure, the soul, since your lousy.
Yes, even trample, dirty feet,
But remember, I'm invincible.

Many people are afraid of loneliness, so are looking for another man and everything would be fine, if you loved the elect, as yourself: without jealousy, with all faults, all life, against everything and everyone.

How many crazy things do for love: renounce friends, quit a good job, have bad habits, kill, die. All this is because the heart falls into the hands of a man who does not warm it together, and dominate. Just saying that those who want people they fully belonged, not really love, but only want to dominate their "slave." But they don't want them someone else was controlling, so his heart buried in the chest on a desert island, so if you want from this creature of love, then I have bad news for you. It may seem that dominant - the universal evil, but they are vital to those who want to obey, to endure the humiliation and pain. I'm talking about the soul, not the body.

Love is only self-hypnosis. Here sits a man and understands that a few problems, it is necessary to fall in love. And what to do, bored some of us. Here it goes, looking for a victim, courting, courting, and then the victim decides out of compassion to persuade myself that also likes this man. And it would be good if not for the following: love is not that other, as a manifestation of masochistic tendencies. Admit it, deep down we all love to suffer. A month has passed after the start of the relationship, the jealousy, no matter to whom, even to the cat. And then the thought creeps in: "He loves me not, friend, mom, the dog pays more attention". From these thoughts of hatred appears, and then the collapse of relations. And at best, for those who are especially prone to masochism, are to go from one extreme to another - love, hate, tolerate and love again.