Author of quotes: Catherine Masetti

We disclose the essence of each other, which primarily serve the marital relationship.

I feel like the only woman in my life that thought I was a fool is my mother. Although, maybe she just kept quiet out of kindness.

In short, there is nothing more difficult than to raise young children. Well, except that to manage air traffic of a large airport. In fog at rush hour, when the air space is stuffed with Airbus with opposing routes. But even the air traffic controller sooner or later goes home and rests. Well, that before children do not know about.

On the way back I thought, if I needed to fill in the questionnaire column "Next of kin", I could just leave it blank. And if I by mistake open the door to the toilet and thrown out of train in the darkness, the world is unlikely to change.

- People can't be in love forever, right? - plaintively I thought. Eventually love is replaced with Love, and built stronger relationships. And love is such a tender friendship combined with sex...

Cookies and candy the kids find in the cupboard immediately, as little dogs, trained to search for drugs.

In childhood we drew the poor with multi-colored square patches, sewn on to clothes big stitches. And I painted trolls. I didn't know that between the poor and trolls is a significant difference, some seemed sad, others scary, that's all.
Now I know that we poor trolls a lot in common. For example, the fact that people don't believe in our existence.

In a world full of jerks, nice people are perceived as ugly - purely statistically.

If only it were that simple and people with some genes always would love each other, there would be some basic system identifiers so they can have each other to distinguish in the crowd. For example, on their forehead would light up the bulb, or somewhere would start ticking when nearby passed someone from relatives. Then we would know that is the person with whom we are connected by blood relationship, even if never met. And would we born Love! Unfortunately, things are different. For history, we go through that people to the left and right kill their mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters in order to inherit the throne or something like that.
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Yes, God himself say, and he killed his only son.

Me, please, a religion with a weekly period of cancellation, suddenly cease to please!

If the husband dies, his wife becomes a widow and goes to black, and people around saying hushed voices for many more years.
But if your dead best friend, then after a while people looking at you, get annoyed and ask you what in the mouth.

And the wall when you spoke to her, calmly silent. Wall, it is so - it is useless to argue that she's wrong.

I handed you the treasure trolls, and it turned into dried leaves, and you stared in amazement at my happy face.