Author of quotes: Tatiana Kogan

I don't know what to call this feeling. Crush? It is too superficial. And I feel deeply mired. Passion? She's too selfish. I'm ready to never touch you, not have you rejoicing that you are there. Lust? She sees only the body. Excites me your personality. Love? It knows no barriers and doubts. And I'm not sure we should be together...

No drama not compete with food served on time.

Beautiful words masking an ugly lie. Sincerity is always awkward.

Sometimes I think he doesn't think I'm smart enough to understand his rich inner world. He treats me kindly and patronizingly, like a dog that has proven his loyalty. I chase away these annoying thoughts. Some dogs are very surprised their hosts when one day claw their throats...

If you long to save their resources, then one fine morning you realize that they are hopelessly outdated, and you do not even have time they really are...

He was so good that it wanted first to be crucified on the cross, and then pray to him and bear his children.

For a moment she saw that her attempts to see him live, warm person is the same thing that go over the vast frozen sea with a parasol and Slippers in her hands. Somewhere down there, the slippery seals poking their noses in a thick crust of ice, Yes, but she's a lot prettier tropical fish.

Remember, honey, you once said: man is an ocean. Friends are ankle-deep in water. Friends plunge and rush ashore. A rare friend is brave to swim out to the buoy. And just really loving floats further until it disappears a strip of beach. As long as the horizon closes around. As long as not lost landmarks. And there, in the middle of the ocean, he dives in the blue abyss and will pull in depth, without fear that the lungs run out of air. For the opened big mystery is worth it to not have to think about your own life. I understand now. I want to bathe in you. I want you surrounded me from all sides, the endless miles, the most rebellious, the most unknown of the elements.

It is only in the movie, the villains look just like their soul. In real life, often the opposite: the more demons inside of you, the more angels outside.

To get something out of my head, it is necessary that it was something.

What many have called a good heart, is actually weak nerves.

Where ends the streak, begins the territory of the cemetery.

- Aunt on the big machines scare me.
- But you I want a big car!
But you're other going to scare me.

No matter how great was the desire to fill life with something new - it's just a road leading in a circle. All repeats. Everything remains the same. You tried so much but nothing found satisfaction. And the noise, the annoying, incessant noise in the head, which is impossible to make out any coherent phrases, no noticeable tone. Only one word that you hate.
Uncertainty.