Author of quotes: Galina Perucac

Ideas exist in a more subtle space.

If you can not find the door, draw it on the wall.

On the wall hanging calendar. In my immersion in silence and solitude do not have to ask that now: it is spring or still winter.

There are days when you especially feel the need for comfort and affection. Waiting and do not wait the night. Doing everything around the house, read, write, watch the clock, if not from the sun, and from them determines your small fortune. Finally the night comes into its rights. Spread out a bed, put in a headboard, two pillows, lay down the first, turn around to face the wall. Barely restrain himself not to cry, as if this night last forever and tomorrow you will leave, disappear into the swamp light rainy day. And so to sleep, as told to This Senagon, with wet sleeves, although close to the person sleeping next, not realizing how desperately you need him. However, we are all Islands in the ocean, until, before we destroy waves and time. Islands wet from dew sleeves.
And sometimes otherwise - when they need you, and you try to hide in the sink naked defenseless body, in itself, ugly, hateful, and waiting for the morning to start some work, which maybe meaningless, but still supports the sky with his firm tension hand.

I had nothing, but I didn't know about it, and therefore continued to exist.

Freedom is like water in the desert. It causes envy to those who possess it.

Lonely people gradually forget about caution. He lend each ray of attention, yet not be burned, and then he again hides in a dark corner of refuge.

The whole history of the human spirit - an infinite number of attempts to come to unity.

What a terrible world people, what they are unhappy! Every human soul is drowning in the sea of the passions of others, clean and dirty. She can't, like a fish without the sea. Once on shore, it dies.

When nothing happens, get used to life as to his room, where things are laid out in a certain order and between them there are strong ties.

One has only to plunge into the past and become inaccessible to people.

The memory remains with you until the end.

Death is a shadow between one life and another.

Darkness occurs when light grows any subject, towering over a smooth surface.