Author of quotes: Gail Haniman

No, Eleanor, I told myself. - Restrain your rebellious impulses. Stick to tea, coffee and vodka.

I realized that my life was going wrong. Completely wrong. I wasn't supposed to live this way. no one should have to live. The problem was that I didn't understand how to fix it. I knew that mom's way is wrong. But no one ever showed me the right path in life, and although all these years I was struggling, I just didn't understand how to do better. How to assemble your puzzle.

This konsultantka also tried to persuade me towards the dizzying high heels, and why are all these people so stubbornly seek to hurt its customers? I began to suspect that cobblers with osteopaths organized some insidious cartel.

When you are struggling to cope with the emotions, you just can't stand to see the emotions of others, to try to cope with them, too.

The thing is that I was unable to pretend. After the events in that burning house, given what happened there, I didn't see any sense to behave differently as with absolute honesty. Me in the truest sense of the word had nothing to lose. But on careful observation I found that success in society is often based on a small act. Popular people sometimes have to laugh at the things that don't seem funny to them, to do things that they don't particularly want to do, with people whose society gives them a special pleasure. But I'm not. Many years ago I decided that if faced with the choice between this and a single sail, I choose the latter. It's safer. They say grief is the price we pay for love. This price is definitely too high.

I know how ridiculous that sounds, sorry, but sometimes, in the darkest days, knowing that the plant will die if I don't water, was the only force that can lift me out of bed.

Philosophical question: if in a forest a tree falls but nobody hears it, does it noise? And if absolutely a single woman, at times talking to a potted plant, can it be considered adequate? I am convinced that from time to time to talk with them absolutely fine. I don't expect Polly to answer, I understand that it is a houseplant.

In our time, cancer has replaced the solitude is shameful, embarrassing circumstance, sent to you in some unknown way. A terrible, incurable disease, so terrible that you don't dare to mention it; others do not want to hear that word, fearing to be infected, fearing that it would compel fate to inflict upon them a similar curse.

- To be healthy, happy individuals, people need to satisfy a variety of needs. What you just said is one of the most basic, physical needs such as food, shelter and warmth. What about your emotional needs?
I was completely baffled.
But... I have no emotional needs, ' I said. For some time we both remained silent. Finally, Mary cleared her throat and said:
- We all have them, Eleanor. We all - and especially children - should know that we love, appreciate, understand and accept what we are...

I've always loved to read, although I have never really understood how to choose suitable materials. There are so many books - how to distinguish the good from the bad? How do I know what matches your tastes and interests? For this reason, I always take the first available book. Any attempt to make the selection are doomed to failure. The cover in this case does not help, because they write only good things, and I've learned what is written is rarely true.

My heart is also left scars, such as wide and ugly as the face. I know they are there. I hope that the heart remained unaffected tissue a tiny piece, capable of love. Hope.

At every step I with alarming frequency meet people with underdeveloped social skills. Why work with people so attracted to misanthropes? It's a paradox.

The peculiarity of this creature that, despite his brusque manners, she loves me. I know she's just a cat. But love and feel people and animals. The unconditional sense, the easiest and most difficult in the world.

What's the meaning of my existence? I have nothing, absolutely nothing brought to this world and he took it. And when I disappear, nobody will notice a significant difference. The transition from this world to other people, at least, feels a handful of loved ones. At me such was not. I don't light up the room, when I go to her. Nobody wants to see me or hear my voice. I'm not at all. Just stating a fact. I waited for death all his life. Not that I really want to die, I just have no desire to live. But now something has changed and I realized that death does not have to wait.