Author of quotes: Liya Movadin

Love does not come with a guarantee of happiness, it already depends on two, and you can guarantee it yourself, provided that both work in this direction. Love is not always breakfast in bed, dates, cute SMS and complete understanding. Love is a huge work, this is when life hits one, and breaks another, these are sleepless nights until he / she returns from work, and you screwed up that his / her car was hit, this is the impossibility of reaching a compromise, but at the same time not to blame in nowhere slamming the door, and sit next to and say "we will try again." If you expect one romance from love, and the fact that the second person will definitely correspond to the ideal you have invented, then you will not wait. Love itself becomes an ideal, it does not care what parameters you have there, it will come, and you will wake up with the realization that it turns out that everything that you needed does not coincide at all with what you have invented for yourself. There is love, it will find you, and those who say that it only happens once are cunning. No, she just comes to someone at once, and someone kisses the frogs in order to reach her. Therefore, I insist that having lost, as you thought, love, you were sure that it is still ahead. Every time when you fail, this is another brick in your armor, and when you rebuild it completely, that very love will not destroy it, break through, it will simply open the door, and after all these bricks you will be ready to defend now. only myself, but hers as well. Love whoever you want, love the whole world at least, but never forget that love for another begins with your love for yourself. Never forget that love is not the meaning of life, and if it is gone, you have not lost the meaning, you simply insert a new brick into the wall. Never forget that you deserve the best, and know how to leave where you are suffocating. It is paradoxical that, given how everyone describes love as a wonderful feeling that gives happiness, we humans, hiding behind it, endure those with whom we are uncomfortable, afraid to leave, afraid to offend, and most importantly, we are afraid to be left alone. You deserve happiness, and life is too short to spend on people from whom you do not feed on this happiness.

We are, by and large, egoists who are humanized and kept within the framework of love for our neighbors.

If you take away a dream from someone who only dreamed, he will cry and calm down. Take away the dream from the one who laid down his life for it and you will find out what pain is.

In response to a compliment, we say "thank you" and forget, and every bad word spoken to us we carry in ourselves for years, we hold it as a stigma stamped on our souls, and we suffer. Become someone who knows how painful words can be and only say good things.

Think about whether you want yourself an empty person, whose whole life is devoted only to caring for his appearance, or you want a person who has such a rich inner world that you don't even want to blink next to him, just not to miss anything. It is necessary to understand that “beauty” is like a new gadget - everyone wants it only when they see it, they light up, and a month later they think about the new generation, because it is more interesting, with innovations, programs, but just a beautiful case is no longer interesting, is already bored. So it is with a person. Thinking about your appearance, do not forget about your inner world, enrich it.

A stillborn that burned brighter than all living things.

They say the pain will go away at sunset. I do not distinguish sunsets from sunrises, my pain does not change shape, does not roll in waves, does not come by the hour. She sits in me like at home. I am pain.

Yesterday I wanted to die. I wanted to wrap a sheet around my neck. I wanted to drink all the pills from my dad's first aid kit. I wanted to stroke my wrists with a blade. All I had to do was write twelve pages with the words "I love you."

God and I don't get along. For God, I do not exist. But what is to be done by someone whom even his Devil has rejected?

They say a person gets used to everything, how can I get used to living without him, if all I do is die. You can get used to dying every day, living without it is not getting used to.

I can't smell it anymore. It was weathered out of my clothes, my belongings. His sweatshirt, which I took with me from Amaho, smells like anything but him.

Dad says everything will work out, I'll still find my man - I'm handsome, smart and rich. Why don't they see that the insides are falling out of me, that I walk, hugging myself - I will relax my hands and crumble. That which kept me whole remained there. That which kept me whole does not want me. I don't want myself anymore.

"Pull it out of yourself" - as if so easily, as if it's just rotting flesh - amputate, and then you will live. There is nothing to amputate here. Except for the heart.

They said it would hurt, but I was born a suicide, I climb further. Where I ought to forget - I remember, I hold his hand, I absorb the warmth until I took it away, I stir up my insides, supposedly I don’t notice the smoke coming from there. But, what if the only reason I feel alive is because of him.