Author of quotes: Tatiana Solomatina

Everyone wants love... And only love no one wants. There is, apparently, all by herself, she spit on the pathetic human desires.

- Okay, tell me, as a psychologist, what to do?
Is to find someone that will fall head over heels, and milked it like a cow. Not dicking around. This is how psychologist. And as one other fact I will not tell you anything. Because I don't know. Don't want to know. And can not know. In the world like you, like me, access is closed. Block. The boundary of the castle.
Well, went to dance province. Tell me what to do?!
- To live. ***this life is not good. But not fatal.

Vadim didn't like to continue any longer, so that it naturally lasts. Somehow, it is believed that it is only necessary to bury the dead. But with dead feelings can continue to live, eventually sniffed it cloying the smell of decay and not noticing cadaver spots thrombosed stagnant dead substance once provided a living.

Little bitch starts crying in the arms of the husband of the Author, as children cry when very worst is behind us and more will not hurt, and there will be candy, and be calm and your home, and warmth, and love, but we must cry that was. To cry terrible. Starts to cry, as crying children, not when they are not supposed to have pineapple candy, and as they cry in a strong chest, in the calm and serenity from it's already happened, that is not correct, because that has already passed, but it hurt! Hurt! Hurt! And with each little tear terrible past sick leaves, flowing into that part of the timelessness that is to be destroyed, the final burning at the hellish pans. Because hell is not a place of endless torment where all of us and all of them will pay on loans. It is not so. Hell is a furnace, flour utilizing. Burn not sinners. Burns sinners. Who - in life - strange, other - after death - his own. Alas, the temperature in hell fire for all the same, and each degree Celsius is felt with his own skin in both cases. Flour waiting for those and others - all of us - the only difference is how the fabric will remain in place "Hells burn" - the joy of the light or darkness of the void. But the eternal pain will not be none.

She's a smart girl, but still too young. Because wrinkles in the nose and with a hint of arrogance all grew up in the "center" is perplexed: "How can this be love?!" She still doesn't understand, doesn't know what "like" and "love" are not synonymous. Even suggests that it is possible to love what you don't like and hate pleasing.

Just a little future author, as all little maximalists-rebels, did not recognize the right to difference. He was such a right recognized only for themselves.

- Animals and some children are better than adults at least that they do not play a role. Or at least occasionally changing role of addresses the grandfather oak to the Desk and puts out the roach in the ashtray. If it is like this - personally going to shoot that are not in pain! - seriously says the grandfather Field. You can't imagine how bad it is torture to live when the whole world owe you. Wherever you spit - solid debtors, and no one is not going to give. I understand dick. Understand why he died. But I have you. Me anymore. I'm stronger. Exactly stronger than your love - and your grandmother. I feel so heavy and painful burden of love is non-reciprocal.

- No, baby, you're not invisible. You vidimce. You see what others only look, - says the grandfather. And I'm not crying for him. I cry at the inability to love everyone should love.
- Is it love have?
- No, Polyushka. Don't have to. That's why I'm crying. Let's go home.

Women sometimes understand each other. Adrenal catch that sometimes "a little trouble" is not a broken nail and not the extra pounds, and, for example, the absence of love.

... A woman always pities a strong man, a witness to the weakness of which she unwittingly becomes.

Sometimes women are really stupid and think that a child that is really something that belongs only to her. Forgetting that this "something" is actually "someone". Someone who feels differently, thinks differently, differs from her character and eye color.

... Loving and have nothing to show or say, and so they all know and feel. Even if you don't recognize themselves in it.

Confession you can just say them out loud. The wall. But I, like most stupid people, you need a Confessor.

Not can a rabbit live with a dog. They can exist in the same area, but never penetrate each other.