Author of quotes: Marina Matisse. Page 4

The final decision gives strength to the ultimate extinction of all hope.

Somewhere deep down, I think, there is always hope. To go back to change something. Even in the most hopeless case.

There are people who will never wear a sock with a hole, saying "what will happen if an accident happen and took off my shoes, the medics will find me in an awkward position?" You're already dead, what could be more awkward?

Look in the mirror, remember how much time in life spent by doing my appearance and happiness it's brought. Elegant long hair grew and thousands spent on care.
Then to take and trim.
Life.

Coffee with a slight taste of almonds.
Quiet Chet Baker plays jazz again.
And instead of a gentle sigh, "your"
Smooth "it's not about us."
Our usual conversations until the morning
Truly a new compressed format.
And instead of "maybe another time"..?
Solid "not one more step back."

A red cross mark, check mark, the item.
Notch in the heart, a revolution
From the absolute pitch of your attempts
The deep of my chakra.
Vomited, survived, made from scratch
Body, movements, thoughts. Reset to password.
To cut off time love is fake,
What caused me phantom pain.
No regrets in the furnace - to the coals.
Rebirth does not tolerate palliative.
I've become a lifetime wiser.
Experience behind shoulders. Lived - in archive.

My happiness is in simple things
Hide rug to bury your nose
The corridor shrieking
Behind you without asking
My happiness is in simple things
Gingerbread, coffee and a quiet evening.
To continue you promised
That'll be around forever

Coffee with a slight taste of almonds.
Quiet Chet Baker plays jazz again.
And is short of breath, "your"
Smooth "it's not about us."

There are days when the man suddenly realizes something needs to change urgently. A lot depends on motivation and external circumstances. "New life on Monday" very often ends by Thursday. And most of us real change brings life itself. And sometimes we do not understand what an enormous power lies in us and how many opportunities surround us.

I doubt that Mozart during the writing of chamber music in Vienna was the grass.

I accept you. I accept my past. I accept myself with all that has happened to me. - I said, like a mantra, looking at the sky and realizing that everything was given to me for something. This is my precious experience. I am grateful to those people that are in my life, grateful to past events. Grateful for all that they did. For good and for bad. Perhaps this is ikigai.

Behind him there are crowds, but I
Never liked the crowd.
As a fortress, which besiege
Under the Marseillaise - a taboo.
And sickly sweet these traits
I wouldn't sing.
Too many too managed
To reserve a bed.
He's the Manager korparatsii "We
buy it sell".
And pulls to ask sometimes in the face:
Hey, but love for what?

Behind him there are crowds, but I
Never liked the crowd.

But today, walking along the shore,
I steps your measure,
how many happy days are not lost
waiting as a reward for brave thoughts.