Author of quotes: Lena Obukhova. Page 8

You are sighted, but you are blind. Your eyes are open, but they are not looking there. You see only what you want to see.

God decides for himself which gift to give. But not every gift is from God.

The smell of rotten hay and the silence worked better than any sleeping pill.

losses? These are losses at which the task at hand can still be achieved. They are judged when fighting is planned.

As usual, panic overtook her when there was nothing to fear. The heart in her chest beat so hard, as if she had just run a hundred meters, her hands trembling. Of all the things she could say now, only commas were censorship.

He did not give the impression of a man who can tinker in the kitchen for a long time and with pleasure for the sake of cooking for himself. In the library among the books - yes, but not the kitchen.

Now, more than anything, she wanted to take a hot shower to wash off the past two days, then fill the van to the brim, light candles, take a book and lie in the water for an hour and a half, occasionally adding warm water, and not making canned soup in the middle of the forest in the company of unfamiliar people.

A cup of coffee is one of those things I love in the morning for.

They were silent for a while, enjoying the tranquility rarely experienced by city dwellers. There was no noise of cars or people talking around. Even the trees seemed to stand still, so as not to disturb the morning silence.

In the darkness of the night, the colors thicken, forcing the imagination to finish painting what is not really there.

The taiga, which surrounded the village on all sides, was alarmingly noisy, causing a strange feeling of alarm, the clouds descended even lower, enveloping the village in a dense cocoon, and fog crept along the road, carefully climbing into all the yards.

The first rule of long journeys with limited access to resupply vital supplies: you count how much you need, and then increase the calculation by twenty to twenty-five percent.

I will scout the campfire for you in two accounts, and the stoves, especially such ancient ones, are a delicate matter. There's not a damn thing burning, it's blazing like hell.

A foreign country always beckons more.