Author of quotes: Julia Borimskaya

There was something special, mysterious about this girl. She was like a magnet attracted to her, I wanted to read and re-read it again, like an interesting book.

You can't let someone break you.

Trapped in the labyrinths of our own mind and in the prison of our own fears, illusions and fantasies - we become doomed.

You never know what hides the human essence behind the mask that we wear every day.

People are like books that shouldn't be judged by the cover. You never know what the plot is and who the villain of their story is.

Everyone experiences it differently, Alison. Someone cries for days on end, and someone loads themselves with work, hiding their grief under the mask of indifference. This does not mean that they do not feel anything.

I would give everything away, just to run around the field one more time, collecting blue cornflowers. Or draw near the river crimson sunset.
I would give everything away, just to be free. After all, to be behind bars, not seeing life - worse than prison. Because it's the prison of your own soul.

I pretend to be like one of these crazy people. And I don’t even know which is worse: to go crazy from the hands of others or from my own.

You know, sooner or later, we're all going to face the loss of loved ones. People come and go. You need to be able to let them go.

There was nothing else in me: no tears, no fear, no emotions. Only the consciousness that death has become an integral part of my life. And it's so creepy to take death as common news of the day.

Consciousness caused a dull pain that cut like a sharp blade. She was like a burning flame, which you, for some unknown reason, touch and burn completely.

Suddenly, I realized that my life is not as gloomy as it seemed to me. There were many moments in it that make you feel alive, move on.

If I'm afraid, it won't make it any easier for me. That won't help me.

I've always loved the night. It's so quiet and cozy around, as if you're alone in the world. You look into the darkness, enjoying the warmth of the evening. Time seems to have died down.