Author of quotes: Victoria ROA. Page 64

I was thinking, you know, and love, is when you Wake up from her touch, smiling when she touches your hair and says that they smell like mint. Love when I'm afraid and embarrassed her at the same time. Love is when you can't touch it, and fear condemnation, but the heart and soul are exhausted from lack of love.

Gray... mysterious color. When we say that man is "gray" then put in this not the best sense. Why not say that man is "mysterious", "mysterious", "hidden", "unsociable"?

Her skin is soft as velvet, and lips to glide over her, but no... it is impossible.

That night the bottle is no longer showed, but the taste of her lips I remembered a long time.

You are still who you created nature.

A kiss is something intimate and close, but short-lived.

- You know what it is? Maria looks around, and takes a SIP after a SIP of tea. - Lovers are bad and small thinking people. They are driven by some feeling, Oh, hell... what is it? Ah, love.

- Oh, you do realize that in the spring? You know what that means? Maria returned from the kitchen holding a small tray with two cups of strong tea. It means that the whole world is now populated by Amateurs.