Author of quotes: Dare Mačavariani. Page 4

A woman is silent when she wants to say a lot, but no longer sees the meaning and desire of the conversation.

Ignore those who stand behind you and throw mud at you. They want to be paid attention to, but they see nothing but your tracks ...

"It doesn't matter who we are or where we're coming from. Everyone has a sense of imperfection, as if we have lost something in the ocean of life and are looking for...
We are waiting for his return! And what did we lose? What do we want to find? Maybe love turned into an unfulfilled dream,
did not allow us to fall asleep for many nights, or maybe the intersection at which our life path was chosen?
Very few who will understand this, such units that will have enough strength to stand in the way of search!"

Lifestyle changes frequently. We look at the sky- sad, look at people, hide our eyes, we are sad again...
But this is not our dream, we want to be happy at any cost!

I love ordinary people with warm smiles and sincere eyes. They have a different heart, it is always warm with them ...

You can step on a stone that I see on the road, you can step over it, or just jump over it.

Sometimes we give a person the most precious time, which we pull out of the swamp, do so much good that it is impossible to describe in words ... And in vain... Sam, like a frog, returns to the swamp, because he is used to it ...

Touch also has its own rule ... Before a person touches the body, he must first touch the soul, he must penetrate the soul, otherwise there will be no intimacy between souls.

I learn the price of silence from time to time. Now I understand that you can't talk openly to everyone, sometimes you have to think about what to say, sometimes with a smile and silence to give the right answer.

The attitude is like a bonfire that goes out quickly. It needs to be maintained constantly.

Our life is like a train ... It moves, rolls, walks silently, quietly, in its wake, and no one knows when and where it will get off, at what stop in life.

I always think what the sea can say, if it could speak ... Probably, it is difficult for him to be alone, it is difficult not to touch the sun, to the pain. When it touches the shore, it cries ...

Life is like keys, black and white. For the melody to be perfect, you need to touch both of them. And if you touch the strings of the rain, the melody will be real ...

Such people are as pure as children, naive, and very kind ...