Author of quotes: Valery Sidelnykov. Page 1

Lost without a light source, in the shadows, I fall into the depths of consciousness, exposed to mortal danger.
You're my air,
You are my heart and my mind,
Without you I suffocate,
A deeper sinking into the depths of his consciousness.
Last, desperate breath, trying to find the strength to stay alive
Leaves few, quickly leaving the surface of the bubbles of hope.
...I'm finally breaking.

Your existence in my life fills my heart with hope and love,
But, please, don't be afraid of these feelings.
On the contrary, it should help you regain confidence in yourself, regain confidence and self-worth for others and for the world.
You're the most beautiful thing in this world that I was able to meet in my short life,
You make me see the beauty around and, mainly, in you, in the depths of your wounded heart and so dear my soul.
Please, your life, your feelings, your world, your mind and your views, they all have tremendous value
Not only for me
They have a great value and a great goal.
Your mere existence in this world is the highest praise,
You're the best and kindest people in my whole history
And I thank you for what you just have.
In my life.
And in the lives of others.

There are good people.
He was even in the dark moments of his life looking for something good, he's not smiling for the mind, but his smile lights up the world around them, encouraging and giving hope to everyone lucky enough to be there. He is the one whom I love and respect just for who he is. And I'm sure he had to put in the effort to become what it is through many trials that have made him stronger, but not unsympathetic. It is so bright that is able to replace the sun on cloudy days. His laughter, like a melody, speaks with a pleasant feeling from the walls of your mind, filling you with happiness. His sincerity can melt the most callous heart. He is able to find beauty in details and to give care and warmth to those who need them. He knows how to be nice and not demand anything in return. He's great at everything, he's amazing in itself.
And that person is you.

Feel impulses coming straight from your heart, through distance, through people and bad weather. I don't know your name, don't know what color your eyes are, how many moles on your neck, who are you now sleeping who are you thinking about whether you have a cat or a dog, have you thought about death, whether on your cheek dimples when you laugh. I know nothing about you. Except for one thing.
I know we were made for each other, that sooner or later we will meet, and then the world around will not be as important as you. After all, my whole world is you.

I know what it's like to sackcloth and ashes left over from their own feelings (or lack of), hoping to take it back, with a desire to go back and change some part of it.
But no.
You have to be stronger, don't let memories pull you down with despair.
Every person in our lives something we are taught, and if you do not understand, then you're just a blind fool.

What I realized in the end, after going through emotional hell?
Thank goodness I left myself and was not disappointed in myself, I have no new complexes or fears, no.
I was able to make some definite conclusions about others people, about their relation to me, about the place which they occupy and should (does it?) to take in my life, the extent of my importance to them.
You must always remember, a friend not only in joy, not only in trouble, but with the passage of both phases.
My failed.
Unfortunately.
Or fortunately.

Tired. I am tired from myself, from being unable to sleep properly, not able to take himself in hand, constantly tired. I'm tired of myself, of what we say about others.
If I had my way, I'd like to not be you. Anyone, but not themselves.

And all of their support was limited to the words "blame myself", "regroup" and "don't cry".
Each their words became sick,
And obsessive desire to shoot in the head followed me.
The question is only one.
Them or yourself?

She sighed, looking at the wounds covering her body: scratches, cuts and bruises, in such a short time they have become an integral part of her. My eyes again filled with tears and hot tracks ran down her cheeks, irrigating wounds on the hands. However, the pain she felt or the fact that long been accustomed to such, but maybe the fact that all these wounds, in fact, covered not in the physical and astral body, her soul.
And the next tear hurt burned my chest.

- You're a long time living a lie, completely drowning in the word "good", hiding in illusions, dreaming that someone is your presence necessary. But really, are there people that you truly need?
- I need you.
But where is the confidence that I am not a figment of your sick imagination, and thus you are only protected from loneliness?
Even if so... I Have you. You're an illusion or reality, all this pales before the fact of our fingers woven together and beating in unison shower, even if it is only the echo of my own heart. I need you, and I ask for nothing more.

Gently, gently touching fingers, he held a hand over her hair, enjoying the feeling that affected his mind and he could not tear his eyes from his own face. Two pairs of green eyes met in the darkness and her lips touched gentle smile, he felt a shiver creeping up inside him, and could not restrain his characteristic rumbling in moments of satisfaction. Like a cat, he dropped his bright head on her shoulder and held out the palm of her hands, covering them and squeezing firmly. At such moments, the orbits of the planets were both in contact, creating an incredible force of attraction and the feeling of complete harmony. In the thoughts of every creeping suspicion that they are only a Mirage, a phantom, a fictional consciousnesses each other or does the third man. But the warm feeling of closeness and emotional balance drove all thoughts away, leaving his chest a sweet sense of deja vu. That's all they had.

And I felt complete privacy. The smell of his shampoo, gently falling on the face strands of blond hair, green eyes, looking deep into the soul, thin, long arms around me fully, and a loud knock of the native heart. We stood together, exchanged a glance, feeling each other's breath. Chest warmth tingled from the thoughts, and her hands responded to coming from the heart pulse, feeling it, our fingers entwined in a tight embrace and he squeezed me tight in his hands, deeply inhaling the scent of my hair. I knew we're alone now, all this light in the middle of billions of stars and galaxies, we stood for the first time in so many years of Dating, I felt complete privacy shower, and in that moment hearts sang in unison.

And the whole world on the scale does not compare to the chaos that occurred in his soul in those moments of despair, powerless, when the fingers, trembling, reached for another portion of soothing the soul, the pill, and muscle drove from attacks of pain, shortness of breath was an echo from the light-filled walls, and the eyes were not able to keep the flow of salt water. Only the voice in my head kept saying insistently that he was a little demanding every moment more and more. At this point, he finally just now fallen asleep. Forever.

Head-the pendulum has swung from side to side, fixated on a single movement. Beautiful elongated fingers squeezed the edge of the sheets. The slender figure shook in feverish breath, bright eyes filled with tears, opened wide. Shadow of the past slowly dissolved in the morning light, gradually filling the spacious room. A nightmare that you just lived through it, still dragging bony fingers to graceful thin neck, not thinking to part with such sweet swag. A terrible the dark world, hitherto unknown to her, the world in the depths of his own consciousness, which engulfed her head, not wanting to let go in reality, it seemed the only true. A shudder went through the skin, harassing pain and catching even greater fear, as if trying to regain consciousness in a dark dream that gripped every cell of her body. Gently caressing the sheer fabric, the light of dawn flooded the room, letting the darkness settled in my soul for the night and clearing the mind and senses. But she knew. Knew that the nightmare will come back again the next night.