Author of quotes: Oksana Robski. Page 1

She just froze. She couldn't even breathe. And the heart is rapidly falling down, hitting the cliffs and ledges. On the ribs and spleen.

With her it was not necessary to pretend to it does not exist. No love, no happiness. She never tried to get into his soul, displacing everything else. She loved it and loved everything that was dear to him. She loved him for everything. This craving for life, for a strong character, for humor and something elusive, something difficult to find the name, but what it is that attracts women in a man - something special, something very male, very reliable, honest and open.

There is something fatal in that people with the same enthusiasm and congratulate each other and with the first snow, and first day of spring. Perhaps they rejoice in the fact that life does not stand still, although all the known outcome of this movement.

I generally liked everything in this day. Nirvana. I listened to the world around them and feel part of it.

Alarm. Without a face, without a body. Untitled. Cold and prickly.
She lived not in the head, not in the mind. Right in the heart. It stopped knocking. It trembled.
It was necessary to get to get rid of anxiety. And to throw out. Away.
It seemed that there is no other way.

- For women! For how everything wipe our feet, and we still manage to look so perfectly!

She loved him like I love a dog, taking it for what it is, not trying to change it - and if sometimes trained, only to in front of people was not ashamed.

I stared at the ceiling and felt canned cucumber.
A cucumber, after it will can becomes similar to the fish. Yourself floating behind a glass wall.
I wish my Bank never opened. I would like to spend my life in cramped little world of cucumbers, making it look like they fish.

I shouted so that cheered hung up the phone.
Pulled from the glove compartment of Valerian.
Again scored Romin room. The phone was disconnected. Here is the pig.
It can't be, because it just can't be.
I drank Valerian.
Cried. My husband left her.
Stepped on the gas. There was no point to go somewhere.
I turned in the direction of dry cleaning. Need to get my coat. Then go to the store to buy washing powder.
Then to shoot. Life has lost all meaning.

I remember it happened when I was falling in love.
I wanted the object of my love went with me. That he thought about me every second, and that was not for him nothing is more important than my whims. He froze, staring at me. So he bought the entire flower market and the entire flower market, like pressed ham, can fit in my car. I woke up because I heard his voice on the phone, and fell asleep, hearing his voice in your heart.

The main thing is not to think. All will be settled by itself.
As always.
And all the envy.
And I will have a young lover. It's not necessary to be homosexual.
Here's what to think is nice.

Katya believed that children are cute and not. Not very is at a meeting for which there is a sense unfortunate expectations: she was about to cry, or to scream or to run, or to stick. But pretty is when I want to exclaim: "Oh, how cute!"

Is love sealed by the blood? Wine is also red. Has anyone tried to seal the love of wine?

Love the euphoria will pass, a Jimmy Choo remain.