Author of quotes: Janusz Leon Wisniewski

…and came here, to the airport, to sit on a bench. There are people here, but today I don’t want to be alone. And you - if, of course, I can ask ... are you also waiting for someone?

- You're right. Values do not have ... - she said quietly.

As far as women are concerned, this "infidelity" statistic seems even more dangerous than in the case of men, in whom such behavior is associated with their very nature, subject to the amount of testosterone in the blood. And women, cheating, are much less likely to be “drugged” with a new, unknown penis. Usually in this case, there is a search for the lost male interest. And it comes from the brain.

- I would, frankly, even wish he had such a ... well, a normal mistress. Then it would be just normal sex. And it would be easier for me to deal with it, I think. And so he cheats on me on some completely different level. He shares his enthusiasm for Wagner not with me, protects not me from poisonous snakes and does not look at me with his mouth open, like a schoolboy in the first desk, but at some literary madonna, pouring out words that I could not even repeat, not what to write. He must fall in love with these "lovers" of opera, travel and literature on the sly. And this is much, much worse than if he just undressed them and spread their legs.

Apparently, sexuality is either overestimated or underestimated. When someone considers the willingness to accept and give bodily pleasures solely as a manifestation of love, he experiences great disappointment or even, in extreme cases, indignation when someone else gets it all “for free”, without any love. In turn, ... it is impossible not to notice that there are fewer and fewer people who consider love a necessary condition for bodily union, but there are more and more people who consider sexuality the basis of love.

“Ah, that’s it,” one of them said, “but it’s not treason at all! At first I thought that you were talking about real treason, you know - about sex. I would immediately leave my husband if he cheated on me. Immediately. Loyalty is the most important thing in a relationship,” she added excitedly.

And I will also confess to you that my mother disappointed me as hell. I don't want to be like her. And I never will. On that day, when I, frightened to death, crawled upstairs on my knees, my mother had to collect herself from the floor, come to me and tell me how hurt and bad she was, how humiliated and offended she was, she had to say that dad hurt her, but that not all men are like my father - there are good ones. But she didn't come...

Mom always said only good things about him - or was silent. She was silent most of the time.

I then acted like the last creature: I crawled on my knees to my room, hid under the covers and cried. And I really wanted to die. Out of shame for my father.

…real grief requires solitude. Otherwise, it will come back again and again, like an untreated sore throat or cough.

No love, dear pan writer, exists. It's just a temporary drug hallucination.

I gave him my whole body, all my thoughts, all my feelings. I loved him. After all, this is what is called love, right? When your every breath belongs to another, when you give him every minute of your life - this is love, right?

She perceives her blindness as an annoying inconvenience. “Someone has heartburn, someone has diabetes, and someone does not see,” he repeats to her ...

He is beautiful. You don't need to see it to know it. It is enough to have palms, tongue and nose. He cares about her, but tries to make sure that she does not feel flawed.