Author of quotes: Vera Polozkova. Page 2

Spoiled, lost - but truly loved by me.

Ironic indifference!

soul is a page, and we -
only the rooms of her prison.

Apart from pain, there is no other experience, everything is given by it, it requires obedience. And so I get up at dawn without murmuring, I serve and pray, I am a diligent student.

did not fall.

only bundles of bills are advertised on posters.

when I arrived, Raju, I decided: these people live like gods.
fabulous empty airports, unprecedented roads
whole glass in the window and a faience toilet even
in the simplest apartment
happy living here, he said,
like a few in this world
their parks are immense, raju, their houses are monolithic.
but none of their inhabitants sings a mantra in the morning,
no kirtan, no prayer.

God lies wrapped in a tight cocoon.

only bureaucrats and hucksters.

Look at the sea for the future and how much you need to cry: whoever is broken across is not a doctor to anyone.

less often when love.

Designated to be yours - there is no getting away from you. and not yours - you will never get it, even if you tear all the veins.

It is infinitely difficult and painful: to allow a loved one to make his mistakes, which he will surely repent someday.

Interviewer: How to love yourself?
Faith: begin to observe what gives me strength, and that is devastating. To forbid the environment to joke gnusnostyu jokes and devalue your feelings and condition. To say goodbye to those who you are serially lying to those who you unceremoniously consume, with those who is asserting itself at your expense. To find out what lighting you like most about yourself, often have to pay a visit. You see, if you yourself are treated like a lump of dirty Laundry, then wait for from other acceptance and understanding, hopelessly. Do not let yourself offense. And it begins.