Author of quotes: Valery Sidelnykov. Page 9

Every day I think of you... Your words, your character, your poems, they live in me. Flowers growing in my soul blossom every nice word from your lips. Always, when I love, I can't write poetry because my head is occupied by only one person... I criticize and praise your poems, and I can't bring himself to even write a quatrain... Maybe I fell?..

You have no friends. Hearing these words, my skin slid cold, heart beat wildly, and his mouth was dry. Can't be! To have a man like you, never had friends! Perhaps, Yes, you're not perfect, with their flaws, but you deserve love and affection. True and pure. I would have gladly gave it to you. But I don't think you'll accept me as simple as that...

Surprisingly, we communicate nothing, and you gave my life and soul track that will stay with me forever.

He gave me back the old love of music and showed me a new, perfect world in which I with ease and joy would dissolve, grabbing his hand and taking with them.

You people need proof. "Prove that it exists!" "Sing!" "Draw!" "Show me!" And a lot of different for such claims. But we forget that the truth is invisible, not touch her. We must rely not on what is seen, heard or proven. We must feel the truth of the soul. And then even a lie becomes the truth.

Madness has always helped people to see more or, on the contrary, turned into a selfish. I was established to account for suffering. I no longer feel human.

While you're blinded by my selfishness and self-love, you will never be able to see in me a tenderness and sincerity to those who already know me. You took the shell, but not me. And now draw conclusions. You're weird, but not special.

It is better to let hate me for my heinous than love for my act.

I'm selfish! I'm a fucking horrible selfish! All hate and despise me! Sometimes I ask myself, "Why do they hate me?" And he answers to your question. I'm selfish! Fucking selfish!

You say you love me, and she quietly leaving to others at the slightest quarrel with me, knowing that I have one but you are not. And then I'm a horrible person.

Nice of you to judge others and be angry that you criticize in response. So it was to be. What are you waiting for? What I can criticize, and you will listen and do as you say? No. Will not work. People react to criticism in different ways, but this reaction leads to one, soon you with that person will have to part. Criticism, if it is negative, people don't take. But I'm human.

Every teenage writer. The problem is how to remain a writer as an adult.

How not cool, and I don't believe that others can be worse than me.

People are cruel. There is no completely pure people. Each has a black spot. Someone is a little spot on my stomach, and have someone spot already spread all over the body. Having at least a little bit of dirt on himself, man sees only the darkness of others and tries convictions to prove that he is better than them to justify themselves. But it is only entitled to the Lord. We, worthless dirty envious little people, do not dare even to point a finger at the other. Anyone who has done this, increased amount of dirt in yourself, in your soul, disobeyed God. Because we are all sinners. Because people are cruel to others but not to yourself.