Author of quotes: Anna Kudasheva. Page 12

She won't let you go until you run out.
In the ring its hard power getting to the landfill.
You - a nuclear warhead, special, bomb, fighter.
There are no right and guilty. Those who survived, well done.
But somebody left the field, he just turned out of the way.
Thought: enough violence; we need to save ourselves.
And that's his choice - a natural and simple
Without fear other people's judgment, bearing stains.
A: How much freedom?
B: Probably, it is expensive.
A: How much freedom?
Q: my Freedom has no price.
A: When you let go?
B: once... But when?..
A: When you let go?
Q: am I in chains?

I.
I'll tell you about my war,
Cry in your shoulder,
And then straighten his back and goes back,
Not thinking about anything.
I from the war can't go
I retreat not used.
From the scene runs a deserter,
But I'm not a wimp and the bull!
Fed up with battle and way of life.
Who? For what? Why?
Me bad and hard. But I was used to.
I had built your captivity.
And I confess, to leave the front
I am very much afraid:
Service is my duty and the guilt will gnaw
If you lose your temper.
So, honey, there is no escape -
Go again to fight.
You tweak the tuners on the fretboard
And I'll get back in.
II.
And to whom are you building character?
I know you as myself.
I would be able to reassure you
And strengthen your weakened spirit.

In addition to feelings, there is in the human world nothing more real, than creativity.

She:
You are someone's Prince charming
And brave defender-hero
I'm one of those foolish virgins,
That isn't it.
You are the gift I sent for
Something you need to understand
But I say "No"
And return back.
The bird in my hands
And give me pie.
He:
To reach - only a step.
Open up. Love me.

Why do good people suffer?
Because Russia ass.
Because of the crisis.
Because the heads of lunatics.
Because before New Year's
not paid
But in the year paid, but not enough.
Because it seems that everything is bad,
when "bad" has not even begun.
Because the terrorists at bus stops,
on the street, in buildings and in cars.
And you're pacing in a cage
and soon will be living in a madhouse.
And we think no more strength to survive.
It's time to just go to sleep and Wake up in another life.
Goodbye, my light! I don't know where to go.
Give me fortitude, and I will be able to, will be able
to remain in your mind.
But we think that we don't have unhappy people in the world.
We are obsessed with themselves and their imaginary suffering.
And we will soon die - or after can not be!
And nobody rushed to help from the crowd of passers-by.
God or life (who he believes),
Let hope that soon will begin a strip of white,
And we will be able to escape from the resentment column.
Just need to learn to take things easier.

The artist that I love,
Draws poetry and music.
But that's not true.
Actually
The artist paints feelings.

Flailing desperately in a vortex of being,
I cling to you through exhaustion -
And under his feet there is a land...
God bless you, my Salvation!..

I'm all in front of you - see:
Stand, exposing the soul
I took everything out,
And if you want, take it.
Every moment of the way
You're not unarmed,
You will be all you need
Protection a lot of love.

I chose a very difficult path.
Know in my heart that I need to go.
How to endure and do not collapse?
Lord, I beg you, give me strength...

The world consists of light, love and warmth.
He's as pure as a drop of dew,
Clear as the first ray of sunshine in the morning
Invaluable at all times...
As gossamer, twisted
The universal beauty.
Awkward touch - it's torn.
But what if tomorrow the war?..

We rush about in search of himself, and eventually come to what was already in us, only we didn't realize this, or think that it's not what we're looking for.

So stupid to waste any more time,
Loitering aimlessly in a dull routine.
We are much more at risk,
When you do not strive for their dreams.

And to whom are you building character?
I know you as myself.
I would be able to reassure you
And strengthen your weakened spirit.

A: How much freedom?
B: Probably, it is expensive.
A: How much freedom?
Q: my Freedom has no price.
A: When you let go?
B: once... But when?..
A: When you let go?
Q: am I in chains?