Author of quotes: Andrey Vasilyev. Page 4

"So," Vararg unclenched his fists and threw a palm to the table, what do you want for their services?
- Puppy, a sword and a drum! - I actively tapped eyelashes. And another five hundred a Popsicle!

How would say one of my friends about boring men, to the mind of which it is impossible to reach: "to Me it is easier to give than to explain why I don't want to do that."

Nostalgia - the scourge of the Russian people, we prefer to live with a memory of how good it was then, the anticipation of how it would be nice then. Dearer to us past present and future because the past was good, and in the future... Not a fact, not a fact. All too vague, too unstable, too unpredictable.

Word not a Sparrow - fly and shit so that then six months of doing this you will be.

Bad feeling - anger. It kills thoughts, makes you do silly things and never leads to anything good.

Cases, cases, Ibn Kemal sighed. - The whole world is crazy, everyone's been so busy. No one wants to just stop, raise your head up and look at the sun or stars, to understand how beautiful they are, and forever keep the beauty in your heart. And then, when their time will come to leave this world, they think, "Gods, why I can't you remember anything, except that all the time somewhere ran? It was something else besides pressing matters in this world?" And as he might remember, if you have lived your life in a constant race, believing that it should? And shouldn't you? And who needs it... Think about what I just said, think. Learn not only to strive forward and be able to do a stopover to think - and by the way do you go? Not turned do you by chance out of its way in a hurry not even noticing this? Maybe you're on a strange road in a strange land, not take their place and do not what should? Maybe we need to step back, to lie on the ground and simply look to the eternal heaven that saw everything and knows everything?

Your word is like a straw - a little harder the wind blows, it will fly away.

In the room hung a dead silence.
- Paracetamol - five minutes later I said, powersaw in the chair.
What? Vic doesn't even turn in my direction head.
- Well, it's something to start a conversation - told her I - "Paracetamol" good word for it - a beautiful and resonant.

- Questions? Although what you may have questions.
- Who killed Kennedy? - immediately asked him I.
- The enemies of democracy. - Valyaev sighed, And all progressive.

Everything that happens reminds me of Chinese movies in my childhood years I loved to watch father. Well, those where a strong character screams a white-haired and gray-whiskered scoundrel "Your kung fu is worse than mine" and points a finger at your own nose. Then they all run fast and hear the juicy sounds of blows.

Beautiful is not the word. To look beautiful can any woman, with a certain desire or possibilities of the material. But look to the man mouth is dry - not each. And you do not even have to be pretty, this should be a real woman. The one that was born to rule over men and make them for her smile to create and destroy empires. Just for the sake of a smile, and nothing more.

Well, the dog with him - waved his hand I want to be Greedy but we do not, we are greedy.

In the early revival, especially after you went to bed late, there is a certain charm. There is this awesome feeling that kind of just closed his eyes - oops, and got up. After this awakening, you feel like Pinocchio - eye-popping, moving jerkily, his head the wind whistles, whiskey wood and thought short and stubby.

Work - he even of monkey fun, may the Paraguayan people to do, and suddenly you come out?